No talking cure will save
You from the trap I have laid
Cause it's warm, it's dark and it sticks
To all the troubles you can't fix
It makes believe it knows your lies
Then undoes all you devise
The truth is you can't win
The truth is there's nothing to lose
The truth is you'll receive but not choose
It's a spider, it's a ruse
With the lights out in the open
Like a tight rope to be broken, like a
Secret to be told
Of all that never should unfold
It makes believe it knows your lies
Then undoes all you devise
Like the straining sight of all that might
Lash out at you, crash down on you
It's the whisper of disaster
Like the straining sight of all that might
Lash out a you, crash down on you
Come to tell you who's your master