Voltaire
Текст песни Snakes

You set the snakes loose inside my belly.
They're done with my supper,
They start on my endocrine lining.
You said, "Please stop your wining!"
This isn't a love song.
I'm through writing those for you.
All the while you claimed
The ghost in you lives, but it's dead
It's inside my head
And all that I know is that it's midnight
And you haven't called.
Oh, when you sigh, and you cry,
I figure you probably lie
And I'm here waiting.
And all I can see, if there's anyone fooled
Then it's probably me and I'm here waiting.
And all that I know is that it's midnight
And you haven't called.
And all that I know is that it's midnight
And you haven't called.