There're spiders in your room. But there always will be. There's people to be fooled. And there always has been Hold out your hand, hold out your hand. Or we'll carry you. Hold out your hand
your empty threats. What happened here?. . But now you've come crawling, boy. Like spiders in the night. And now you say sorry, boy. You want to make things right. . You said you weren't out to
my head. Before you know, awake Your lives are open wide, the V chip gives them sight. Of all the life running through her hair. The spiders all in tune, the evening of the moon Dreams are made