One More Mouthful Testo

i've eaten one too many mouthfuls of your shit-flavored compassionand i watch you, watching me, with your hooded snake's eyes; you do not feel
you are faithless and my name is not god, it's desertion
you won't be the albatross around my neck
won't man your whipping post anymore
(repeat first verse)
you won't be the albatross around my neck (x2)