Cancer Bats - Arsenic in the Year of the Snake lyrics
[Cancer Bats - Arsenic in the Year of the Snake lyrics]
Thirteen like a hex in the winter night
Black clouds on me
Fifty two hard scales on a serpent's back
Goddamn them all!
Bad vibes thrown around like a hurricane
To break down the skeptic in my head
And I thought I was the
Last one believing in this
Superstition or alchemy
Thirty three in the thirteenth year
Superstition or alchemy
Arsenic in the year of the snake
Thirteen like a hex in the summer sky
Black clouds on you
Twelve long sharp teeth in a serpent's mouth
Goddamn them all!
Bad luck chained to you like a prison weight
To break down the skeptic in my head
And I thought I was the
Last one believing in this
Superstition or alchemy
Thirty three in the thirteenth year
Superstition or alchemy
Arsenic in the year of the snake
Superstition or alchemy
Rhetoric, perfectly clear
Superstition making sense to me
Too many friends died this year!
Whatever you believe in
Three hundred and sixty five days
It was never ending for you, for me
And I'm normally the positive one
Three hundred and sixty five days
It was never ending thirteen, thirteen
Superstition or alchemy
Arsenic in the year of the snake
Superstition making sense to me
Too many friends died this year!
Black clouds on me
Fifty two hard scales on a serpent's back
Goddamn them all!
Bad vibes thrown around like a hurricane
To break down the skeptic in my head
And I thought I was the
Last one believing in this
Superstition or alchemy
Thirty three in the thirteenth year
Superstition or alchemy
Arsenic in the year of the snake
Thirteen like a hex in the summer sky
Black clouds on you
Twelve long sharp teeth in a serpent's mouth
Goddamn them all!
Bad luck chained to you like a prison weight
To break down the skeptic in my head
And I thought I was the
Last one believing in this
Superstition or alchemy
Thirty three in the thirteenth year
Superstition or alchemy
Arsenic in the year of the snake
Superstition or alchemy
Rhetoric, perfectly clear
Superstition making sense to me
Too many friends died this year!
Whatever you believe in
Three hundred and sixty five days
It was never ending for you, for me
And I'm normally the positive one
Three hundred and sixty five days
It was never ending thirteen, thirteen
Superstition or alchemy
Arsenic in the year of the snake
Superstition making sense to me
Too many friends died this year!