You become what you are
Sneaking around in the night
You're behind a closed door
Hiding with the wrong face
Negative karma piles
Skyscrapers behind you
A forked tongue
Awaiting
Cold blooded Reptile
You're evil
With no doubt
Born again
With no limbs
And now you must slither around
Like you've done
You become what you are
And you're evil incarnate
And you're evil incarnate