All my years I’ve been concealed
Unable to keep myself healed
I am fighting for my life
My fangs are sharp knives
Although it is not enough
I am not that tough
I am concealed under my hood
I am hiding within the woods
I attempted to hunt for prey
But they all kept getting away
I attempted to survive
I am not dead yet, I am still alive
Although I’m shedding my skin
As I keep myself outside of within
To get myself more out there
But I constantly tend to disappear
Averting myself from being skinned
Before I turn into the belt of discipline
Before the predators eat me alive
I hope and hope I’d survive
Dodging every obstacle there is
While rising up to make them miss
I tried to stand up and fight
They kept catching me with might
Devouring me and skinning me
Turning me into a belt and accessories
I am slithering, but I am tired
I cannot hiss anymore in a choir
No protection, no defense
Nothing to keep me cleansed
All I have is my toxic venom
As I remained unfathomed
Whether if this is punishment
As I hide under the current
It is now the waiting game
To perceive if I make my name
As the cobra of retaliation
The cobra of temptation
I must fight for my life
By using my venomed knives
Either I survive or die
I will resume to fight
I will unleash my venom
In minutes they will fathom
That I am capable to kill
Kill for the sake of my will
Killing the grudges and the past
I know this will definitely last
Until I am able to get up and stand
Stand up for myself with my fangs
Keep fighting and persevere
Until my untimely end is near
I am the fighting cobra after all
I will never back down and then fall
I am after all the cobra queen
And nothing will intervene