cant claw your way out of this one
moves of desperation dont suit
your flashy car
and affairs of the dead only
tell secrets when they're asked
oh, what a tangled web we weave
(well, you weave like a spider
but me?
i twirl like a deadly vine)
where are the excuses now
that fancy toy get you nothing?
more importantly, wheres my
payment for paving the way?
