A complacent snake in the grass has a venomous tounge
He's coiled and clever, and highly strung
Compressing self-worth into a form of bigotry
Where on earth is this vipers dignity?
Claiming deniability as he chokes on  all resolve
A flaky body of conflict who thinks he has evolved
sheading the flesh with a promise of lies
These delusions have overgrown
Snakes do not possess a backbone
Corrupting good nature he still can't follow through
Pigeon hearted little serpant, is that really you?
Devouring your own head in means of escape
We see the lies are now taking shape
Loosing front while you slither on  through
Short on the ***** now what on ever will you do?
If you lose your face, you'll grow another two