The itch of the loving
No compromise steady enough to conceal the truth
My paltry dependence from you

I know I have been tricked again

It is you they call a snake of june
Because nothing of what you say is true
You will see that someday soon
A splitted tounge will speak to you

My tries to escape
From a world that I thought I knew
Have drowned in their laughter
Revealing my weakness to bury my love for good
Has denied self-forgiveness

I know I have been tricked again

It all was in your eyes
The trust of faith, all hope and wise
I chose the apple, believed your lies
Felt the poisen and closed my eyes...

It is you they call a snake of june
Because nothing of what you say is true
You will see that someday soon
A splitted tounge will speak to you

It is you they call a snake of june
Because nothing of what you say is true
You will see that someday soon
A splitted tounge will speak to you

My eyes...