Michael Pointer - The Web lyrics

The rain auditions at my window Its symphony echoes in my womb My gaze scans the walls of this apartment To rectify the confines of my tomb I'm the cyclops in the tenement, I'm the soul without the cause Crying 'midst my rubber plants, ignoring beckoning doors Clippings from ancient newspapers lie scattered cross the floor Stained by the wine from a shattered gla** Meaningless words, yellowed by time Faded photos exposing pain Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind Christ, you've finished playing hangman, you've cast the fateful dice Advise, advise, advise me This shroud shall not suffice And thus begins the web Attempting to discard these clinging memories I only serve to wallow in our past I fabricate the weave with my excuses Its strands I hope and pray shall last Oh, please do last Oh, please do last Oh, please do last The flytrap needs the insect, ivy caresses the wall Needles make love to the junkies, the sirens seduce with their call Confidence has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me Confused and rejected, despised and alone I kiss isolation on its fevered brow Security clutching me, obscurity threatening me Christ, your reasons were so obvious as my friends have qualified I only laughed away your tears, but even jesters cry But even jesters cry I realise I hold the key to freedom Oh, I cannot let my life be ruled by threads The time has come to make decisions The changes have to be made I realise I hold the key to freedom I cannot let my life be ruled by threads The time has come to make decisions The changes have to be made Now I leave you, the past does have its say You're all but forgotten, a mote in my heart Decisions have been made They've been made, they've been made Decisions have been made I've conquered my fears Oh, my fears The flaming shroud The flaming shroud Thus ends the web The web The web The web