Desperation is their venture for capital, a seduction in every lie that they
breathe.
Spreading through handshakes and conference calls like a pathogen is the venom
of Ophidian Inc.
It’s not the position or the prestige that mean a thing-it's the abandon.
Desolation turns a profit when well-manicured, an infection for the wealthy and
weak.
Hidden under the scales of their opulence, coiled and waiting, is Ophidian Inc.
They treat credit cards like their talismans.
And what they can’t corrupt they’ll expose.
That suit’s an oubliette for your good intentions, but your only two fangs shy
of upper management.
And the noose you’ll slip on each day isn’t what it seems.
And the runes are more practice than sales strategy.
And the blood in your veins isn’t yours to keep, but at least your part of the
company.