Tarantula

Waif like and blind
Frail is your body
A conscience re-designed to be childlike and bitter
Childlike and bitter

Waif like and blind
Frail is your body
A conscience re-designed to be childlike and bitter

The gaunt visage you try to hide
While walking past mirrors

You have erased yourself
You've learned to hate yourself
Oh, what a time to be alive
Burning from the inside, cremated from the inside out
I walk across the ceiling at night, I see you through all eight of my eyes
I'll zip-line, venom inside
Blood boils you awake, and you're paralyzed

He's tried so many times
He's tried so many fucking times
To take my life away
But he'll be the first to die tonight
He'll be the first to die tonight
Night, night, night, night
You'll be the next to die tonight
Your ashes are bitter
Cremated from the inside out
Cremated in the inside

I walk across the ceiling at night
I see you and him through all eight eyes
While you are sleeping
While you are sleeping, my dear

I'll zip-line and I'm inside
Blood boils you awake and you’re paralyzed
A witness of your own d-demise
You'll be the first to die tonight
A dead groom and a corpse bride
You’ll be the first to die tonight
I promise, my dear