Slither slowly until you are close to me Soon may your colors be shown And I'll fall by your fangs if they ever let go of me I suppose I should have know But it's no fault of yours, no, it's only a curse Beckoning on and on And though you'd never pull any triggers You were left holding the gun ♪ Well, some beggars are born from good fortune And "free" is a relative term Well I've taken, yes I've taken Much from the lesson never learned But it's no fault of mine, I just stay in the lines I color in all as I see It all come to life as it comes into light And I color the end of me So bring down the knife Deep in me now, see it out ♪ So bring down the knife Deep in me now, see it out Just slither away The same as you came Back to your hole to hide