Spider Home Songtext
von O’Death
Spider Home Songtext
All of my sins just burn away
Left longing for returning days
Saw spiders reaching for my bed
Left home never returned again
I plant my feet
I left the ground
I sought the wind too
I fought the sound
All my all my all my own
Could have grasped a vacant moan
Then the hush of violence
Crushed the pride of naked wind
Dance the dance of broken veins
By the hands of all attained
Look what′s left of my bled heart
Left before you from the start
I trust these words won't save my fall
Won′t bother her from last night's ball
We barely spoke and now we're dead
Left maybe from this world instead
I plant my feet
I left the ground
I sought the wind too
I fought this sound
Rip out the leather of her nice corvette
Leave it on the shoulder
Faced away from the street
Bother all the fathers make sure they′re asleep
Bleed all the spiders
Taste their bones for a week
And if that corpse decides to weep
Chop it up in thirds and let her face recede
Rip out the leather of her nice corvette
Leave it on the shoulder
Faced away from the street
Bother all the fathers make sure they′re asleep
Bleed all the spiders till their bones receive
All my all my all my own
Could have grasped a vacant moan
Then the hush of violence
Crushed the pride of naked wind
Dance the dance of broken veins
By the hands of all attained
Left before you all the same
Broken from the start
Left longing for returning days
Saw spiders reaching for my bed
Left home never returned again
I plant my feet
I left the ground
I sought the wind too
I fought the sound
All my all my all my own
Could have grasped a vacant moan
Then the hush of violence
Crushed the pride of naked wind
Dance the dance of broken veins
By the hands of all attained
Look what′s left of my bled heart
Left before you from the start
I trust these words won't save my fall
Won′t bother her from last night's ball
We barely spoke and now we're dead
Left maybe from this world instead
I plant my feet
I left the ground
I sought the wind too
I fought this sound
Rip out the leather of her nice corvette
Leave it on the shoulder
Faced away from the street
Bother all the fathers make sure they′re asleep
Bleed all the spiders
Taste their bones for a week
And if that corpse decides to weep
Chop it up in thirds and let her face recede
Rip out the leather of her nice corvette
Leave it on the shoulder
Faced away from the street
Bother all the fathers make sure they′re asleep
Bleed all the spiders till their bones receive
All my all my all my own
Could have grasped a vacant moan
Then the hush of violence
Crushed the pride of naked wind
Dance the dance of broken veins
By the hands of all attained
Left before you all the same
Broken from the start
Writer(s): Gregory E Jamie, David R Rogers-berry, Jesse Dylan Newman, Robert Leininger Pycior, Gabe Darling Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com