I Guess That's Love

I'm a lying snake in the grass,
Waiting for the chance to strike.
Waiting for the moment to steal,
That which I very much like.

When the time and air are ripe,
I'll destroy his supporting hands.
All along he thought he was helping,
Although he didn't know my plans.

My smile conceals a grin,
My waving hand - a knife.
They'll all call it an accident,
When I steal his future wife.

Who says she can't love me?
Half as much as she loved him?
I'll find the answer when I arrive,
In the fires of hell with stones of brim.

I was such a nice little boy,
Who no one thought could do wrong.
But you knew that it would come to this,
You knew all along.

(And you still didn't stop me)