The Eagle or the Serpent

Well Scorpio you came in there were not words to take your place
 Will it be the Eagle, or the Serpent?
 Are you getting any older, though you're closer to the grave
 Each day sit like a stranger, waiting in dark places patiently
 Waiting for eruption, waiting for creation, awaiting explanation of the mysteries
 Waiting on the promise of a life so far away,
 Waiting for a woman to come and knock upon your door
 And you wonder what you want her there for
 So now have another glass of wine, another cigarette
 For your lips they don't feel pleasure anymore
 Could you recognize an honest case, now could you separate
 So many lives that you have graced and whispered before
 Hungry for connection, or was it just replacement
 Falsifying flesh to fit a role that needs to play
 Are you lying to reflections,
 Are the strangers that you find sleeping next to you just shadows of your own self indulgent mind
 And now you hear her footsteps falling just in time
 Well it's the nighttime and I'm lonely,
 Well of course you are, she said
 Don't you think it's time toduce yourself
 To your hands, they are your hands, your words, they are your words
 Expecting to be born is just another sad song
 Waiting for an emotion, awaiting reproduction, awaiting conversations with your enemies
 Waiting for a time I hope is not so far away
 Waiting for the moment you don't sing along
 When you don't sing along
 We'll go back and tell the children,
 Do not be afraid, explain to them,
 This skin is just a mask I wear for now, so I can recognize my voice
 It is so heavy, but it suits me so that if I should remove it, what then would replace it?
 The Eagle, or the Serpent