Trust becomes a toxin
That runs like fibers of the fang
No cure for this concoction
When you find pleasure in the pain

So spin me in your web
Suffocating silk
Twisted in the thread
Left for dead
Now devoid of guilt
Weave me through your will

Useless antiseptic
A fear that's fatal to the taste
Rotting me consciously
Filth of atrocity
Left in the dark to decay

So spin me in your web
Suffocating silk
Twisted in the thread
Left for dead
Now devoid of guilt
Weave me through your will
Savoring the kill

Here lies a faceless fool
Suspended by a string
Injected to infected
But you'll never, never feel the sting

So spin me in your web
Suffocating silk
Twisted in the thread
Left for dead
Now devoid of guilt
Devoid of guilt
So spin me in your web
Suffocating silk
Twisted in the thread
Left for dead
Now devoid of guilt
Devoid of guilt

Left to decay
Left to decay with the flies