The spider and the fly

See the end
The end of the love of life
Sucking your blood dry
Remember there's no time
You will die

I weave these webs so that when I fall I have something to stick onto
When I fall
When I fall
Fall
but I have nothing to make it through when there's a fire burning under your floor and through the cracks of my doors
The darkest parts of the web I weaved was you

I loved your sick envy little lies
We fuck in a bed of demise
All I wanted was to be alive
All I...