Better

So you want to tie both my arms off and

force feed me to sharks

Just for the sake of releasing

me from a memory of when you slept

in the serpent's den

Showed me what lurks in the hearts of man

Left me alone with the consequence

Considered a bond between friends

I'm not / You're escaping

with my good name

Create so you change

all the rules of this game

How low can you go

How deep and how bold

I might have misjudged

in you my trust

So you want to spit on my face and

start to calling me names expecting me

to break down, give in, let you take the win

But I'm not ready yet to be convinced

My fear and pain have become my friends

and you vultures need me to let you in

so you can claim your vitim