Metamorphosis Into a Snake

Fake it, at least, at least for me now How we tangle in our own web now Dangle into our lie spun web This bed you made, now die to lie in. Bye-bye, dreadful so fake friend of mine This line is crossed, now you are lost Tossed back, rejected, meaningless At least that’s your worth in the world here. Imitation of what was thought real. Instead you can only steal, I feel Committed only to you own self Jealous rage ravages in your mind But you will never find any time I will never find a dime for you