I am neither the first, nor the last
To try and hold your ambitious thoughts
Veiled behind my innocent mask
Your lies, your motives, your plots
If only you knew what they say of you
In grey pulpits under the Knowledge tree
Trust me you wouldn’t smirk this day
Knowing the serpent is on your way
You would curse them down, bit by bit
Doomed to banality and disgrace
But till you reach that sanity
Let me hold you in your place
For I’m neither the first, nor the last
To care for you till separation in death
But till you reach any sanity
You need me to speak your head
And, when you reach that sanity
Well, you’d already be said and done till death.
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
I am neither the first, nor the last
To try and hold your ambitious thoughts
Veiled behind my innocent mask
Your lies, your motives, your plots
If only you knew what they say of you
In grey pulpits under the Knowledge tree
Trust me you wouldn’t smirk this day
Knowing the serpent is on your way
You would curse them down, bit by bit
Doomed to banality and disgrace
But till you reach that sanity
Let me hold you in your place
For I’m neither the first, nor the last
To care for you till separation in death
But till you reach any sanity
You need me to speak your head
And, when you reach that sanity
Well, you’d already be said and done till death.
