Weaving, weaving strands of loneliness
Silken threads of spider longing
Gifts are wasted in our blinding
Towers pulling the threads of common
Cursed to spinning in endless cycles
Gods are crumbling within our psyches
Spin right out of your cage
Arachne's song our shame
Fading, fading into nothing
Static rhymes and paint by numbers
Threads that lead and threads that blind us
Keep us pretty, mannered and harmless
Cursed to spinning in endless cycles
Gods are crumbling within our psyches
Spin right out of your cage
Arachne's song our shame
Splendour, of me you plunder
Warp and weft torn asunder
Ripped down to size
Silently I die
She came in threads of gold and thunder
All I had to do was lose my wonder
Webs I spin of truth and light trees
For all those that can find me
