My serpents yawn
But never sleep
You better keep
Your words awake
Your tedious tongue
All blue and swollen
I dream a sullen
Sapphire Snake
My self control
Is wearing thin
It's hunting season
Against my soul
Again I sin
Stirring the poison
A thing or two
I could indulge
In what you show me
But here anew
The lurking urge
To loathe you freely
What is this thing
You say you feel
With touching candor
Who made you king
Who did you kill
Who cried surrender
Of them I sing
Of course I'll kneel
And praise your splendor
Wait for the spring
Wait 'til I steal
Your throne and thunder
