Lyrics

We Are Mistakes, Snakes
We are mistakes—snakes,
Slithering through the cracks of fate.
We are always making mistakes,
Always shaping them, breaking them,
Remaking them again and again.
My mother is a philosopher,
My father, a king cobra’s roar.
Born beneath the mountain’s shade,
From stone and dust, our shells were made.
My siblings whisper in the wind,
I search, but I can’t find.
We are mistakes—snakes,
Always making mistakes.
Always chasing them, facing them,
Tracing them brick by brick.
The pavement cracks, echoes call,
Shadows dance along the wall.
Mysteries hiding in every turn,
Lessons waiting to be learned.
We unpack life, one silent track,
Riding ghosts on a camel’s back.
We are mistakes—snakes,
Woven from choices we can’t erase.
Always making them, breaking them,
And shaping them into place.
Oh, oh, we are mistakes—snakes.
Born to wander, born to change.
We are always making mistakes,
Always shaping them, breaking them,
Remaking them again and again.
Woah, woah...
Are you?