Crawling all over,
Behind ears and behind words
When you are alone and
You're not one of the boys and girls
You fall out of your web,
Dancing on a crooked ledge
You're falling of the edge
Is someone going to end up dead?
There is no cure
I am my only curse
No way (I'm sure)
To get this spell reversed
The Filistata
Crawling all over my head
It's like I always caught up,
Safe in the messiest of webs
But when it falls out
(And like my mind falls out of me)
It's hard to get back in,
It's hard to regain sanity
Up on a cliff
Doing the dance
What happens if
I lose balance?
Constantly creeping
Away from people and from noise
While everyone's sleeping
I'm scared to death, it's not my choice
There's a web inside me,
Behind my eyes, it pounds and pounds
There sits Filistata
It's growing there, but makes no sound
There is no pain
Just hate and empty tears
Blind, hollow eyes
and webs over the ears
And in the end
Will I have wasted years?
