Silk woven words of deciet
Lie to me...
Al' Ankabut
Eight legged, hand wave, your so brave
Fake to my face what you trying to say
Skies turn grey when you fade away
Can't save your grave when your karmas paid
Buried and confined in the back of your mind
Seeing inside has turned the tied
Buried and confined in the back of your mind
The web now dies and the spider cries
Weave those, weave those webs
Weave those...
Weave those, weave those webs, (weave)
Weave those...
Set the trap
You're the bait
Catch yourself
It's too late
The end has came
The end is near
The end has gone
The end
So it begins