One sees clearly
Only with the heart
Slowly but surely it tears you apart
The witching hour
Is a special time
When you realize you're next in line
The web that draws you in
From the living to the dead
Snap out of it it's all in your head
Said the spider to the fly
The lie
Said the spider to the fly
It pulls you closer
A trap you can't win
Snap out of it escape the web you're in
Said the spider to the fly
The lie
Said the spider to the fly
The lie
Said the spider to the fly
The lie
Said the spider to the fly
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