Through each situation,
You’re a new person, conformist.
Body like a snake,
The serpent himself
See him? Contorting, twisting, fitting.
He’s the Man of the hour.
Dripping like solid gold, are his words.
The “audience” stands captivated.
Almost frozen, I’ve lost my tongue.
Unable to speak, I’m no match
- For you.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
Through each situation,
You’re a new person, conformist.
Body like a snake,
The serpent himself
See him? Contorting, twisting, fitting.
He’s the Man of the hour.
Dripping like solid gold, are his words.
The “audience” stands captivated.
Almost frozen, I’ve lost my tongue.
Unable to speak, I’m no match
- For you.