Anon - William Patrick Corgan

Love bears a serpent high on holy cross

From whence came loss

Flags of the prophet wave in a bromide march of chromium dusk

Hymns, stay wronged from a cheap funerary arch

Impatient though I am

As your servant I’ll breathe fire

Once had

Fools stand

Stand, said I

More than I

More than I can fight

‘Cause I won’t find more than I

Love bears our serpent high

Love bears our serpent high

Great stands the burden

Poor, the leaden soul

Our cast, windblown

Stoned out of Eden

Storied on every road

To where, once known

Mysts would gather

‘Round our tears and tide

As auspicious this form of life

It makes prodigious these paths to I

Once had

Fools stand

Stand, said I

More than I

More than I can fight

‘Cause I won’t find more than I

Love bears our serpent high

Love bears our serpent high

Love bears our serpent high