I perch upon the bowers above, singing to the tune of my heart
Yet you crawl along by belly sly
In silence among the damp and dirt
A seduction of slow hiss and sway persuasion, to abandon my song
For you are the serpent and I am the nightingale
For you are the serpent and I am the nightingale
I blink in pretense, for ignorance is an ignored trickery, I know
Cold with cruelest hunger is the beast that slithers
I forgive your heartless ways, as your being allows nothing less
Nature insists and you merely obey
I fly into the sky, to follow my heart's song
And I pity the stomach that enslaves you
For you are the serpent and I am the nightingale
For you are the serpent and I am the nightingale
