INCISOR

The Serpent is smiling now

It has figured out how to draw blood from stones

A wellspring of what it needs

It has found just where to cut to make the stones bleed

The future is barren

Familiar like a lead pipe

Murder weapon infrastructure

Echo like an old film, all poets dead

Society, ending left unsaid

I drive this body like I stole it

I cut the brakes and break out of the birdcage free

Who am I?

What am I?

Who am I?

And who are you to me?

I have the heart of a snake

The Serpent is smiling wide

Jaw unhinged, a violence in the eyes

A failed ghost

A second-hand golem

I drive this body like I stole it

I cut the brakes and break out of the birdcage free

Who am I?

What am I?

Who am I?

And who are you to me?

Body like a haunted house

Skeletons in my closet and I don't repeat my outfits

I have the heart of a snake

I drive this body like I stole it

I cut the brakes and break out of the birdcage free

Who am I?

What am I?

Who am I?

The Serpent knows my name

It comes to me, in my home

In the desert, in the frozen wastes

In the hostile, oppressive concrete bunkers that resent

How they keep us safe

The Serpent has adopted me as one of its own

It knows I'm here, we are one and the same

Kickstart my snakeheart, desolation as an art

Absence keeps your heart fond while it grinds your teeth sharp

Well, who am I?

What am I?

I have the heart of a snake

It comes with matching fangs