Description
I'm just a would've been, could've been
Should've been, never was and never ever will be
We'll sharpen your teeth
Tell yourself that it's just business
Would've been, could've been
Should've been, never was, and never ever will be
Wolves come out of the woodwork
And the snakes start to sing
Wolves come out of the woodwork
Leeches come from out of the dirt
Rats come out of the holes they call home
And I fall apart
And the snakes start to sing
If you can't soar with the eagles
Then don't fly with the flock
Are you still getting high?
Did you catch your own reflection
In the knife my mother held?
Or the hell in my father's eyes?
-Vent-
Art and character (c) Kouvinxx