Reptile

All the promises you hold in yourself 
An obvious manipulation 

I 
Shall leave hollow inside 
To touch yourself 
Not in our hearts 
And to stand above 
will be a matter of time 
Cause naked you come 
and naked you shall leave this ground 
With a trail of lies 
left behind 

Then I'll come 
The prophet who didn't asked to be 

Now see what I've known 
The past and the future 

For his past is the future 
and those days are behind us