I'll speak in a hushed whisper in your temple
but every now and then a snake will slip my tongue
it's not a withering of mind or incoherence
But more a precedent i set when i was young
I'll eat the broth under the table at your banquet
Congratulate you on your fineries in life
Should i crawl up to fill a seat left at your table
My words said in the past afford an extra knife
I'll pick the diamonds from your antiquated goblet
While you tell stories of your passion and it's flame
But i expect to be pulled apart by horses
should I have the mind to try and do the same
I left my past behind me
And now it stares right back at me
Stares right back at me
I swore i'd never be fooled again
And here i stand
The last to know
I'm last in show
if it means that i could see myself from a different point of view
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If it means that i could show you how it would feel if it were you
