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?