I'm coiled in my basket
Sleeping in a spiral
In my tooth the venom's viral
Is a pathway to a casket
But I'm dreaming of a home
Yes I'm dreaming of a home
Jailed in a prison of straw
I hear a distant song
I have slept for far too long
In my tiny circle of awe
But I'm waking to a drone
Yes I'm waking to a drone
The cover lets in light
I want to strike but dance
And rise towards you in a trance
That is born from your lilting might
Til I'm kneeling at your throne
Yes I'm kneeling at your throne
I'm hissing and you're kissing me with air
I'm hissing and you're kissing me with air
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