Web Lyrics

Web lyrics

As I walk through the coldness,

You feel the savoury warmth.

Your
sweet engine will turn my tumours into gold.

The world has an illness.

It is a disease called man,

Crawl into the bitter skies of youth
again.

You deserve better.

You deserve more.

I deserve
nothing,

Arachnid shelter.

Images of paralysis.

Melancholic
abrasions melt my nerves

I cherish the way you cleanse my troubled
eyes.

Sever my memories.

in an abyss they freeze like my love

we have reached the pinnacle of infinity too soon.

You deserve
better.

You deserve more.

I deserve nothing,

Arachnid
shelter.

Arachnid shelter.

Now all I can trust is pain.

The
clusters of pain feel so real,

Maybe one day I'll feel the heat of your
sun again.

Slowly I suffocate.

stitch up my lungs and leave me
sober,

I'll be thinking of you whilst aching for my last breath.

You deserve better.

You deserve more.

I deserve nothing.

Arachnid shelter.

Your sweet engine will turn my tumours into gold.

We will gulp 'til we are old,

T.H.C. brain,

Gold.