Rooted rot from the forgotten tree
What comes here is only entropy
Boiled down to your waisted form
Fearful of divinities scorn
With a head upon the chopping block
Ideas to which they funnel the flock
But wait here long enough and the mask will slip
Below is the reality of it
Serpent messiah
No route to reach higher
Snake and a liar
Words sang by choir
Sift through the slime of wet mud
All that is present can be called crud
Then beg upon this altar of sorrow
A day that will be the same tomorrow
Heresy is the call that will always come
Orders to fell this newest example of scum
So how about you start asking questions
Might just lead to real suggestions
Serpent messiah
No route to reach higher
Snake and a liar
Words sang by choir
Breaking back to build a towering form
What is the point in what has been drawn?
These are words running through your head
Ignoring them will not stop you being dead
That is why you must dare to consider
Dare to dream a fair bit bigger
Cause you know that all is not as it seems
Listen to the truthful piercing screams
Serpent messiah
No route to reach higher
Snake and a liar
Words sang by choir
Serpent messiah
No more the crier
Snake and a liar
Words sang, transpire
Simon A Jackson - Writer 