Spinning A Web

Spin, spin, spinning a web

Even the most beautiful butterflies caught in this trap

If we can't tell apart a hearse and a bed

Then we'd rather never sleep

It's rehearsing for death

In our heads we keep

Spin, spin, spinning a black hole

Our wings became so heavy

That they're crushing our backbones

We became so different

Like replaced by some mad clones

I wish I would have seen the bite marks on my friend's throats

And now we're just

Spin, spin, spinning a web

Even the most beautiful butterflies caught in this trap

If we can't tell apart a hearse and a bed

Then we'd rather never sleep

It's rehearsing for death

In our heads we keep

Spin, spin, spinning a web of lies

I'm made of sins, lost track of my endless vices

All the things I loved that I've sacrificed

If that's the cost of living, then let's just die

I'm giving up

I could tell that you're a different caliber

When you would fuck me, bit me like a cannibal does

We met in the bar

You showed me the jar

In which you're collecting the dust from the stars

First I thought you're quite irrational

Making up fantasies until you flew me to mars

Showed me your heart, showed me your scars

You got from fighting in so many wars

And slowly I got addicted to your vibes

So many wounds that you inflicted

Then you licked them and I thought

You're preventing from infection, what we did is just laugh it off

Then it sinked in I'm a victim in the web of a spider that's

Spin spin spinning a web

Even the most beautiful butterflies caught in this trap

If we can't tell apart a hearse and a bed

Then we'd rather never sleep

It's rehearsing for death

In our heads we keep

Spin spin spinning a black hole

Our wings became so heavy

That they're crushing our backbones

We became so different

Like replaced by some mad clones

I wish I would have seen the bite marks on my friend's throats

And now we just

(Spin, spin, spinning a web

Spin, spin, spin, spin

Spin, spin spinning a web)

Spin, spin, spinning a web

Even the most beautiful butterflies caught in this trap

If we can't tell apart a hearse and a bed

Then we'd rather never sleep

It's rehearsing for death

In our heads we keep

Spin, spin, spinning a web of lies

I'm made of sins, lost track of my endless vices

All the things I loved that I've sacrificed

If that's the cost of living, then let's just die

I'm giving up