Rattlesnake.I have a liking for those songs about the bad girls -Rattlesnake. by RebelsRiot
truth is, I'm just a coiled rattlesnake.
All tastes like nectar in the land of honey,
as long as you remember that what doesn't bend, breaks.
I'm a fledgling, I know - my feathers have just kicked in,
but they're lined with glowing brimstone,
and no one sees it coming, I throw them for a spin.
I reasoned with you. I argued and I talked.
You treat me like a child, you turned into a wall.
You wanted control and it backfired, I walked.
It's sitting in your throat like you swallowed cinnamon,
like the bitter taste of drinking too much, drowning in whiskey.
I showed you signs of promise, I kept mischief to a minimum.
You want to yank the chains back, Be my guest, have your quickie.
But I'm the one that's getting off now, you didn't know I'd get so filthy..
Surprise, surprise - that's the worst form of betrayal, isn't it?
They show you peace, then burn it down. Poison it and make it sickly.
You shouldn't have provoked her, love.
Where the hunters don't follow.Far and far and farther we go,Where the hunters don't follow. by RebelsRiot
along the roads that lead to nowhere,
the summer sky and all the corn;
hawks and eagles stretch their wings overhead.
I've known paradise since college,
when I ran away on a whim.
I was looking for an escape from the ordinary,
and one day my wings finally grew in.
Run, wolf girl - down the road that leads to the wild,
there's no pawprints here for hunters, the fast way to paradise.
A trail on the left breaks off into the country, how fair.
Always running - through the circles and sharp turns we go,
And when the road draws to a halt,
the wind is my kingdom, the sky is my heart,
and the hooves underneath me have never been shod.
Here is where I run to, I threw caution to the wind.
Where the road ends, I begin.