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