You've got cobwebs in your hair. Fighting and entangling all the Spiders, but they're not there, Only husks and flies and dust But you don't seem to care, You fight as if a carcass Could tell you why it's there, Where it died and where it's going, Can you find the grave? Of all the spiders that made you, How do you plan to save, All the critters in your cobweb? Do you really think that You can gain the spider's trust? To make him let go, when he's Not even truly there. Just give in and cut your hair. But you won't, because it's A part of you. But you will, When there's cobwebs inside you. When your heart is full Of maggots and with lies, When you really start to Feel spiders crawling through, You might let go; you might just Leave your mind to mush. I really hope not, but We must learn to trust in luck.
