There's a spider in the corner of the room
Mechanical sight that can't leave you
Do I need the sickness? Or do I need you?
I feel it on me, the itching need
An ache that speaks to isolate
I want to pull it apart
Tear my eyelids off
Your image burned beneath me
I feel it on me, an ache that speaks
Burns every inch of my world and never becomes warmth
I feel it on me, itching need
You're all I see
I'm caught up in you
It's the taste of your skin
The way it hurts when you let me in
I can't forgive
Do I need thе sickness or you?
I've becomе my artificial web
Caught up, it's doomed
Intertwined with my regret
Artificial web
I feel it in me, it's pulsating
An ache that speaks to separate
I don't like what I see
Scrub the skin 'til it bleeds
Do you know what it's like to never feel clean?
I feel it in me, an ache that speaks
You're all I see
I'm caught up in you
It's the taste of your skin
The way it hurts when you let me in
I can't forgive
Do I need the sickness or you?
I've become my artificial web
Caught up, it's doomed
Intertwined with my regret
There's a spider in the corner of the room
Mechanical sight that can't leave you
Do I need the sickness?
Artificial web
I'm caught up in you
It's the taste of your skin
The way it hurts when you let me in
I can't forgive
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