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...