Always willing to agree
(but never quite believing).
Flies all tangled in the string
but this one might be leaving.
Spider you crawl away?
Boy come out and play.
You know those flies are waiting,
you know those flies are waiting,
for you, for you.
Chorus:
Friends, haters, beggars and queens,
all of these disguises the Spider has seen.
Flies in the string, an end to his means,
all of these disguises the Spider has seen.
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Holding on to all his dreams
(but never quite achieving),
lies all tangled in the string
with hopes of one believing.
Before we walk, we crawl.
Before we fear, we fall.
Spider just a boy, but he wants it all,
he wants it all, he wants it all.
Spider you crawl away then?
Flies are waiting, Boy, come out and play!
You remember the day, eight eyes awakened to the truth:
This world could be better without boys like you.
This world could be better without boys like you.
Crawl away then, motherfucker, just crawl away!
Crawl away then, motherfucker, just crawl away!