Don't you know that one day, you'll be found out?

Faulty explanations, changing colors all breed doubt

You push your thoughts away from the day when you must pay

When the storm becomes a blizzard, don't play dead like a lizard

Pull it out, wash it off

With the blade of deception sheathed the wounds can heal

Though you like the darker climes, they shade you from the real

Don't pull it off, cut it off

A game is fair when the players abide by the rules

You speak with forked tongue and cast yourself the fool

There's something slightly saurian in the structure of your skin

Your conscience is well padded, your reasoning is thin

So you put your prayers away until the hunt when you're the prey

On that darkest judgment night, the ledger books will be set right

Pull it out, wash it off

With the blade of deception sheathed the wounds can heal

Though you like the darker climes, they shade you from the real

Don't pull it off, cut it off

A game is fair when the players abide by the rules

You speak with forked tongue and cast yourself the fool

Watch your tail

You're headed for a tailspin

Approaching danger cuts the water like a shark's fin

Don't you know that one day, you'll be found out?

The changing colors

Something slightly saurian in the structure of your skin