The rain auditions at my window

Its symphony echoes in my womb 

My gaze scans the walls of this apartment 

To rectify the confines of my tomb 



I'm the cyclops in the tenement, I'm the soul without the cause

Crying 'midst my rubber plants, ignoring beckoning doors

Clippings from ancient newspapers lie scattered cross the floor 

Stained by the wine from a shattered glass

Meaningless words, yellowed by time

Faded photos exposing pain

Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind 

Christ, you've finished playing hangman, you've cast the fateful dice 

Advise, advise, advise me

This shroud shall not suffice 



And thus begins the web



Attempting to discard these clinging memories

I only serve to wallow in our past 

I fabricate the weave with my excuses

Its strands I hope and pray shall last 

Oh, please do last

Oh, please do last

Oh, please do last



The flytrap needs the insect, ivy caresses the wall 

Needles make love to the junkies, the sirens seduce with their call 

Confidence has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me 

Confused and rejected, despised and alone

I kiss isolation on its fevered brow 

Security clutching me, obscurity threatening me 

Christ, your reasons were so obvious as my friends have qualified

I only laughed away your tears, but even jesters cry

But even jesters cry



I realise I hold the key to freedom

Oh, I cannot let my life be ruled by threads 

The time has come to make decisions

The changes have to be made 



I realise I hold the key to freedom

I cannot let my life be ruled by threads 

The time has come to make decisions

The changes have to be made 



Now I leave you, the past does have its say 

You're all but forgotten, a mote in my heart 

Decisions have been made

They've been made, they've been made



Decisions have been made

I've conquered my fears

Oh, my fears

The flaming shroud 

The flaming shroud 



Thus ends the web

The web

The web

The web