When you’re losing your mind, find a way to make time
To bring your friends under the clouds
The tornado touchdown, you can’t make a sound
You know you’re in trouble again
and you know just where it ends
She got eight eyes
She got eight legs
She makes silk
She lays eggs
I’m stuck in her web
Lord knows I’m as good as dead
Soon we’ll make love
Then off with my head
Your instincts reduce the glamourous view
You can’t bear the reflection of truth
But you don’t know what to do ‘cause its always the same
Just another link on the chain
I can still see your face desperate beautiful eyes that will never be replaced
You know I can’t take back what was left
and you know I’ve been eaten to death
Chorus
(April 08)