stoically emotional,
preconceiving notions of
a starving population
for an unfaithful devotion.
while you're bending over backwards
just to bear the burden's weight,
you speak unspoken tongues
like you've been bitten by some snakes.

heavens, lord have mercy,
you're the only one could hurt me.
righteous, turn to your concerns
and leave us laughing, crying, cursing.
and oh, my goodness gracious,
there's just not a thing could save us
from this semi-static state,
no suit nor armor.
so keep on speaking to those snakes
'til you're their charmer.