I'm stuck in a web, spun from nothing but my own intrusions

I've made my own bed, in it wasting away of my own exclusion

If I grip the wheel tighter, let my mind feel lighter

Would it save me from the cliff I'm driving down?

If I stare down the barrel and make the next shuttle

Would they even see me bleeding on the ground?

I'm stuck in a web, I've got nothing left, just stab me where you think it would hurt most

Is it worth the words spent on someone who won't even care?

God doesn't know the paths that we share

And god doesn't know you're the only person I care about

God doesn't know the sins 'neath our lips

Does god want to know that ultimately

I shouldn't even exist?

How can I reach the corners of my mind hidden away from me

Tip toe tipsy around a secret life dared to keep

There's fire and misery blossoming withering my soul deep beneath

Anyone worth the rights to my first deserves to pay a hefty fee

God doesn't know the paths that we share

And god doesn't know you're the only person I care about

God doesn't know the sins 'neath our lips

Does god want to know that ultimately

I shouldn't even exist?

It's not deep enough, I'm not clean enough

Burns of wintermint, die of a saviour's cause

Crawl under my skin, you're not close enough

Absolve me of sin, you're not close enough

I'll get there, I'll get there

You say I'll get there

Wherewithin, wherewithin

To absolve my life with poison

Chain me down I beg with

These cuffs holding spread apart my legs

God doesn't know the paths that we share

And god doesn't know you're the only person I care about

God doesn't know the sins 'neath our lips

Does god want to know that ultimately

I shouldn't even exist?

God doesn't know what lies in the self

And god doesn't know I've spiralled beyond means of human help

God's turned his back, like I wasn't real

Will god pick at my body until my brain's pulled from my peel?

I'll get there, I'll get there

You say I'll get there

Deep in sin, deep in sin

To relay my worst to cups of gin

Chain me down I beg

With these cuffs holding spread too thin my death