Spinning A Web

[Chorus]
Spin, spin, spinning a web
Even the most beautiful butterflies caught in this trap
If we can't tell apart a hearse and a bed
Then we'd rather never sleep
It's rehearsing for death
In our heads we keep
Spin, spin, spinning a black hole
Our wings became so heavy
That they're crushing our backbones
We became so different
Like replaced by some mad clones
I wish I would have seen the bite marks on my friend's throats
And now we're just

Spin, spin, spinning a web
Even the most beautiful butterflies caught in this trap
If we can't tell apart a hearse and a bed
Then we'd rather never sleep
It's rehearsing for death
In our heads we keep
Spin, spin, spinning a web of lies
I'm made of sins, lost track of my endless vices
All the things I loved that I've sacrificed
If that's the cost of living, then let's just die
I'm giving up

[Verse 1]
I could tell that you're a different caliber
When you would fuck me, bit me like a cannibal does
We met in the bar
You showed me the jar in which you're collecting the dust from the stars
First I thought you're quite irrational
Making up fantasies until you flew me to mars
Showed me your heart, showed me your scars
You got from fighting in so many wars
And slowly I got addicted to your vibes
So many wounds that you inflicted
Then you licked them and I thought
You're preventing from infection, what we did is just laugh it off
Then it sinked in I'm a victim in the web of a spider that's

[Bridge]
Spin spin spinning a web
Even the most beautiful butterflies caught in this trap
If we can't tell apart a hearse and a bed
Then we'd rather never sleep
It's rehearsing for death
In our heads we keep
Spin spin spinning a black hole
Our wings became so heavy
That they're crushing our backbones
We became so different
Like replaced by some mad clones
I wish I would have seen the bite marks on my friend's throats
And now we just

(Spin, spin, spinning a web
Spin, spin, spin, spin
Spin, spin spinning a web)

[Chorus]
Spin, spin, spinning a web
Even the most beautiful butterflies caught in this trap
If we can't tell apart a hearse and a bed
Then we'd rather never sleep
It's rehearsing for death
In our heads we keep
Spin, spin, spinning a web of lies
I'm made of sins, lost track of my endless vices
All the things I loved that I've sacrificed
If that's the cost of living, then let's just die
I'm giving up