I've swallowed my quarry And now lie paralyzed With assimilation's pain And indulgence's misshapen form I am a snake And I will resume My contours Then I'll hunt again There really is no choice How do we survive I like to think I surprise myself But that's a tired joke I watch myself as I do my best No drama anymore When reason turns to riot gear There's no control, I lose myself again These maniacal rituals that got me going, but just How do you survive So sudden are my movements Not a drop of blood is spilled I'm quiet beneath the roaring sun I leave my signature scrawled softly in the sand The only trace of a dead obsession 'Cuz I'm a snake And I will resume My contours Then I'll hunt again