You sit there just spinning your web, while I'm left here on the floor
No sorry, no remorse from you and your web just grows some more
Another lie spun now, what's the count up to now?
Cos you're numbers are growing and I want to know how?
My tears are like tapestry within you're tight fine web and I'm nothing to but fun when you're bored and feeling dead...
Your fingers are so sticky that they're even reflecting the moon light,
And you're spinning your web quickly, cos you're running out of time
The stress of all you're lies aren't even showing on your face,
And your web is now enormous and you're running out of space
I'm lying on the ground while you're sitting comfortably,
Planning each deceit and torturing me slowly
The web now encases me, and you're now licking your lips,
Cos every lie I ate up and now I'm losing it
Your poison is taking over and you're web is apart of me,
The lies that you have spun dear spider will get you eventually
