Images stuck in my head,
like a bad rap,
Turmoil, It's all a game.
Tired of all the shame. Disarranged,
my mind is lost and caged.
The wind sets my mind free, but
the spider creeps back and takes the key.
A bird with broken wings. Crying for freedom.
Finally flying low, but I'm suffocating.
The spider attacks again, savoring the moments
he'll receive. He knows he's not worth the
dirt on my feet. Making it all wrong, I still don't
go for aid. Sin again, while the wind weeps.
like a bad rap,
Turmoil, It's all a game.
Tired of all the shame. Disarranged,
my mind is lost and caged.
The wind sets my mind free, but
the spider creeps back and takes the key.
A bird with broken wings. Crying for freedom.
Finally flying low, but I'm suffocating.
The spider attacks again, savoring the moments
he'll receive. He knows he's not worth the
dirt on my feet. Making it all wrong, I still don't
go for aid. Sin again, while the wind weeps.