A spun spider web for a complete and utter fool,
Who knew your words could make your life this cruel.
Trying to disguise it, it lies under the surface of your skin,
There the beast lays growling hungry, hidden within.
I know you lie awake in the darkness of the night,
Wondering if what you did really was the right.
Trying to twist the truth so it will seem that way,
You believe your own voice and manage to face another day.
In your distant world, you think we don't know,
Thinking that the sweat on your forehead doesn't show.
But I can see straight inside your little head,
And I know you're scared when you go to bed.
You can never tell the complete truth anymore,
Things will never go back to how they were before.
You are the king of lies, take your humble bow,
Never look back, hold on to the web, you belong to it now.
