out through my feet in a perfect straight line
It moves when I move get worse when
I try to find comfort in the way that I lie.
And I'm tryin' to keep from cryin'
It's dark and it's sneaky like a spider and her web
and I'm only a fly caught in her thread, left voiceless
and trapped, my heart heavy with dread,
death making me try to recall what it was God had said.
And I try to pretend that this silk is my bed
My jaw needs to crack it's stuck in my skull.
Got a lump in my throat the size of a ball.
all the buildings around me seem uncomfortably tall;
when I look back from where I was I see
I've come no where at all.
It's not the road that's too long, it's that my steps are too small.
