You Will Be the Death of Me

Denying the Sin

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[Verse 1]
You played your games behind closed doors,
Lies drippin’ poison, I wanted more.
Every smile cut deep like knives,
You built your throne on my ruined life.

[Pre-Chorus]
But I ain’t your puppet, I cut those strings,
Watch me rise while your empire sinks.
You thought control was all you knew,
But I’m the shadow that’s comin’ for you.

[Chorus]
You twist me like a screw,
Buryin’ me deeper till I broke in two.
But now the tables turned, I see straight through,
I’ll tear you down—what you did to me, I’ll do to you.

[Verse 2]
I bled for love, you fed on pain,
Turned every spark into a chain.
Toxic whispers in my ear,
But I ain’t the same one standin’ here.

[Pre-Chorus]
Your venom’s runnin’, but mine is too,
This broken heart learned a darker truth.
Your reign of fire is overdue,
I’m the storm that’s huntin’ you.

[Chorus]
You twist me like a screw,
Buryin’ me deeper till I broke in two.
But now the tables turned, I see straight through,
I’ll tear you down—what you did to me, I’ll do to you.

[Bridge]
Screamin’ silence, I bite the steel,
The scars you carved, they’ll never heal.
But broken bones can turn to blades,
And now it’s your soul I’ll invade.

[Breakdown]
Spin me tight, crack the frame,
Watch me snap and curse your name.
What you twisted out of view,
Comes back harder, aimed at you.

[Chorus]
You twist me like a screw,
Buryin’ me deeper till I broke in two.
But now the tables turned, I see straight through,
I’ll tear you down—what you did to me, I’ll do to you.

[Outro]
Turn the wrench, feel the strain,
Taste the chaos, choke on pain.
You twist me like a screw—
But screws come loose… and I’ll break you too.

you twist me like a screw

“Silver Tongue Serpent” is a dark pop-rock & electronic fusion inspired by Pythor, the devious Anacondrai from Ninjago.
With sinister verses, temptation-driven pre-choruses, and a powerful, venomous chorus, the track embodies the sly control and mind-bending manipulation of the serpent who commands with nothing but his words.
This isn’t brute strength — it’s poison dressed as charm, lies masquerading as promises, and whispers that build empires of fear.

Denying the Sin

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