Sixty six serpents slithered from the citadel
all were bred of tremulants while one is just skilled
and that was me the spine amber column illusionist
cause in reality I got a splintered mind
severed seven ways from bellies term diagnosis
like turmoil and when the oil pours from the sky
and it's the tallest gentlemen that are the first to die
I pray with a sigh that I could fetch this allegiance
with at long last a universe that was going to let me know
what it was like to be free versed and legless
I got my palms pressed to my belly
like god is speaking through the grass
while you thought I was reaching for a dagger
then slew me before you got the chance to just ask
high in might
while at the same time stair stepping
with an aim blessed along the wider grounds
I found seeds and valuable insects whispering secrets
you can only uncurl in the dirt kind of darkness
and so once again on another moon rise
I perpetually relieve the disguise
that there ain't a good grin to be had
against those who've no palms to squeeze
in thirsty rows sequentially and don't ask please
cause we know what it's like to have and to be had
the clean air and the dust down there
get along fine as surely as I have limbs to spare
and honestly it ain't that bad
so on every night and on the in betweens
I pray with a sigh that i could fetch this allegiance
with at long last a universe that would let me know
what it was like to be free versed and legless
I got my palms pressed to my belly
like god is speaking through the grass
while you thought I was reaching for a dagger
then slew me before you got the chance to just ask
and yea I got a tongue split in half
as pie values licked long digits
up over and on every hour of the clock
a different babe across the planet worshipped
numbers in an uncountable amount of languages
and that's fine cause every alphabet
curves in relation to the topography
and the elders accusation of the passing of time
and a limited array of vantages and colour-blind sight
where between horizon and sky
the spit stuck at one point
and now it just bleeds against the canopy
drawing thunder and hunger penciled to the pixel
practically paint bucketed present preconceptions
parallel only to the gallows
I slipped through the noose
cause while smoke only rises
I guess that I'm neck less
with two sharp fangs and not a tooth
but a positive suggestion stolen away
with my trap door disappearance
a carved skull full of gas resin
to remind the organ master
it ain't nothing personal
but I ganked those old tremulants by the hand full
for they compliment my skills my will and my vision
and I know the pragmatic seething
choked on it's own hypocrisy
smothered overabundance
of soaked drift wood kindling
so I set about to ignite it's righteous relighting
and dig out a shallow space slight enough to go into hiding
to find instead of finding
in order to fuck my remorse
I'm just here to burrow out a purpose
'til I reach the light and it's source
I got my palms pressed to my belly
like god is speaking through the grass
while you thought I was reaching for a dagger
then slew me before you got the chance to just ask
