Whaz'up wit dem 'thopianjews anaywaies. This song is one of those occurances where as the alleged 'song writer' I must by definition feel some degree of conscience for taking any credit. It's like somebody or something unscrewed my skull and planted the song in full and I was only the abused prism given the task of spilling my guts. By the way, it's my favorite form of writing.
Though the translation process is grinding and exhausting, it has a focus that is unquestionable and therfore in the long run not nearly as grueling. Kinda like being wraced over the coals pre spikes that wripped off your flesh.
Lyrics
Snake in the Grass
I see you.
You snake in the grass.
I been seeking the truth for so long
and Everytime I put my finger on it
It slips away
Then you sell me your lies
Though you’re thinly disguised
I feel you.
You thorn in my side.
I hear you.
You scratch at my door.
(You make me smarter
When you tear my heart out
Fallen saints and martyrs
Take the words from my mouth)
interesting opening as usual, sort of psychedelic. Again the voice not strong enough. The drums let you down as they clash. Does not do it at all but some interesting ideas, like the right panned guitar up beat and the spacey reggae feel.
interesting opening as usual, sort of psychedelic. Again the voice not strong enough. The drums let you down as they clash. Does not do it at all but some interesting ideas, like the right panned guitar up beat and the spacey reggae feel.