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