Tarantula

Waif like and blind

Frail is your body

A conscience re-designed to be childlike and bitter

Childlike and bitter

Waif like and blind

Frail is your body

A conscience re-designed to be childlike and bitter

The gaunt visage you try to hide

While walking past mirrors

You have erased yourself

You've learned to hate yourself

Oh, what a time to be alive

Burning from the inside, cremated from the inside out

I walk across the ceiling at night

I see you through all eight of my eyes

I'll zip-line, venom inside

Blood boils you awake, and you're paralyzed

He's tried so many times

He's tried so many fucking times

He's tried so many times

To take my life away

But he'll be the first to die tonight

He'll be the first to die tonight

Night, night, night, night, night, night

You'll be the next to die tonight

Your ashes are bitter

Cremated from the inside out

Cremated in the inside

I walk across the ceiling at night

I see you and him through all eight eyes

While you are sleeping

While you are sleeping, my dear

I'll zip-line and I'm inside

Blood boils you awake and you're paralyzed

A witness of your own d-demise

You'll be the first to die tonight

A dead groom and a corpse bride

You'll be the first to die tonight

I promise my dear