Charcoal March of Spiders: Rain of Unseen Threads (Close)

(Verse 1) Do you believe in the Red String of Fate? That one small thread can choose your mate? That threads isn’t red, it’s Venus’ blue, And fate brings no joy, only burdens to you. (Pre-Chorus) So many threads in the canvas of Fate, To bind, cut, and suffocate. They aren’t kind, they’re cruel and cold; Weapons, burdens, and chains to hold. Shall I show you? Let me demonstrate, The sharp embrace of threads without love or hate. (Chorus) Threads can hold you tight, like chains, Binding hearts, delivering pain. Threads can ensnare you, like love’s great flare, Dragging you down to despair. Threads can lift you high like a doll, Only to let you helplessly fall. (Verse 2) These threads are not hope—they’re consequence, The ties you keep bring no defense. You think connections make you strong, But bonds can break and prove you wrong. Should I bind you now, so you understand? Feel the weight of Fate’s cruel hand? (Chorus) Threads can hold you tight, like chains, Binding hearts, delivering pain. Threads can ensnare you, like love’s great flare, Dragging you down to despair. Threads can lift you high like a doll, Only to let you helplessly fall. (Bridge) No bond is eternal, no thread remains whole, Each will break and cleave your soul. When threads are severed, as they will be, The wounds they leave will never let you be free. The cut runs deep, sharper than knives, A painful reminder that bonds ruin lives. (Final Chorus) So, tell me, do you cling to Venus’ thread, When you know it snaps and leaves love dead? Do you still hope for Fate’s embrace, When it leaves your heart an empty space? Every thread will fray, unravel, and sever, Leaving you lost and alone—forever. [end]