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