The wood floors are creaking
There must be hundreds or more
They're swarming my ceiling
I scream and scream my cords sore
I long for simple days
They crave specific tastes
Damn nature's fucked design
I'm the fly in a web
Brace the heart
They wiggle through
Some nights, I lose
The mind can't run
Old ghosts they weave
My bones they leave
Spiders rain down my walls again
I am trying to crawl out this web spun
There is sickness in my blood
You have been right from the start
Spiders rain down my walls again
I am trying to crawl out this web spun
I am sick down to my gut
You have been right from the start
They scrape and pry their tiny legs on my lips
Their tongues slit; black beads throb under my skin
They're digging through my nerves
To hatch acidic urge
Their throats are open graves
I'm caught in their web
Brace the heart
They wiggle through
Some nights, I lose
The mind can't run
Old ghosts they weave
My bones they leave
My good they take away
Spiders rain down my walls again
I am trying to crawl out this web spun
There is sickness in my blood
You have been right from the start
Spiders rain down my walls again
I am trying to crawl out this web spun
I am sick down to my gut
You have been right from the start
They say I'll outgrow the dark
They say I'll outgrow the dark
While I kill all that I touch
While I kill all that I touch
Spiders rain down my walls again
I am trying to crawl out this web spun
I am sick down to my gut
You were right
I was doomed right from the start
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