He never has any thoughts of his own, he never makes a mistake.
When told to jump, he's always asking how high, that seems to be his take.
About his glass, he doesn't have a clue if it's half empty or half full
He never answers in case he is wrong; that's been his lifelong rule.
He hides between people; he doesn't speak, you'd think he's such a saint.
But he's no more than a scheming coward , he throws the stone while hiding his hand.
If you get in his way to success, he pretends to be glad, you're his friend.
Yet he's a wolf in a sheep's garb, you'd only know it, if he attacks.
He will try to harm you every time he can,
He is just a snake with the face of a friend.
If you agree with him, you'll suffer in the end,
If you correct him, he'll swear that's what he meant.
He changes his position any way the wind blows.
He never takes a stand in his life, he's always playing it safe.
An illusionist, a master performer, he'll put all the traps in place.
To avoid being caught, he'll agree with you, he'll never show his true face.
Behind your back, while you're lost in trust, he's plotting your fall from grace.
He'll flatter you, weaving tales so sweet; he's mastered all kinds of tricks.
His vision is blurry, the truth makes him scared, trembling, he's worried sick.
Anxiously waiting, he hopes for your fall, delighted while trapped in his fear.
Greeting you with a smile on his face, he sets his plans in gear.
He will try to harm you every time he can
He is just a snake with the face of a friend
If you agree with him, you'll suffer in the end
If you correct him, he'll swear that's what he meant
He changes his position any way the wind blows.