The Spider

It's a shame Pencils down, time is up, you're the prey Sorry, there isn't another way It's the sad song we're all made to play Rest assured I will remember you, mark my words I will remember your sacrifice I will remember its aftertaste Irony When I'm drunk on your spirit Then you're part of me And if you're really me Then you're not another victim If your stomach is turning If you're sick like me Then you are really me And you're not another victim If you'd like I can help you along, ease your pain What's the use struggling, suffering Weakness is so much more comforting Liquefy Your insides, not a nice way to die I don't think we ever saw eye-to-eye From the time you arrived You were mine When I'm drunk on your spirit Then you're part of me But you're not really me You are just another victim If your stomach is turning If you're sick like me Then you could have been me But you're just another victim I've got bodies in my beds Jumbled up among their threads Nothing left for me to take But I love them I love them I love them anyway And when I'm drunk on your spirit Then you'll be part of me If your stomach is turning If you're sick like me If you are really me Then you're just another victim