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[ PM ] Serpentine
When you lie down with serpents
one is bound to crawl up your
ass
Seeking their approval en quantity mass
they slither outta holes in the wall
to stroke your ego firm and tall
as of you were nothing short of
special
Snakes on a plane,
It's true!
Snakes on a train
Oh, so true!
Snakes in your automobile
making you feel as though
you are God's gift to Humanity
in spades
giving that sad sack face of yours
a temporary face lift
appealing to your Vanity;
Shades of insanity
having lost your mind
slithering among your own kind
in Serpentine City
Snakes!
Nothing but FAKES!
Hey!
Whatever it takes!
And you wonder why
your soul
aches
for
authenticity
previous version
Always Tipping The Scales
When you lie down with snakes
one is bound to crawl up your
ass
You're just asking for it
with that blown ego as if
glass
way out of proportuon
always seeking
mass
approval
And they come
out of the woodwork
from their holes in the wall
to fool
no one but you;
stroked firm and tall
most of all, treated
as nothing short of
special
It's true
So true
Snakes on a plane
Snakes on a train
Snakes in your automobile
making you feel as though
you are God's gift to
Humanity in spades
giving that sad soul of yours
a temporary face lift
appealing to
Vanity;
shades
of
insanity
Having lost your mind
slithering amongst your own kind
Snakes!
Nothing but FAKES!
Hey!
Whatever it takes!
The very reason why
that soul of yours
aches
for authenticity
Welcome to the jungle;
this city of fallen angels
who can't back get up
without a boost;
wings clipped
clinging to the only roost
they've ever known
The die is cast
Glassed
Blown
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