Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Web, artist - Neurosis. Album song Souls at Zero, in the genre Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Neurot
Song language: English
The Web |
| The rain auditions at my window |
| Its symphony echoes in my womb |
| My gaze scans the walls of this apartment |
| To rectify the confines of my tomb |
| I’m the cyclops in the tenement, I’m the soul without the cause |
| Crying 'midst my rubber plants, ignoring beckoning doors |
| Clippings from ancient newspapers lie scattered cross the floor |
| Stained by the wine from a shattered glass |
| Meaningless words, yellowed by time |
| Faded photos exposing pain |
| Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind |
| Christ, you’ve finished playing hangman, you’ve cast the fateful dice |
| Advise, advise, advise me |
| This shroud shall not suffice |
| And thus begins the web |
| Attempting to discard these clinging memories |
| I only serve to wallow in our past |
| I fabricate the weave with my excuses |
| Its strands I hope and pray shall last |
| Oh, please do last |
| Oh, please do last |
| Oh, please do last |
| The flytrap needs the insect, ivy caresses the wall |
| Needles make love to the junkies, the sirens seduce with their call |
| Confidence has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me |
| Confused and rejected, despised and alone |
| I kiss isolation on its fevered brow |
| Security clutching me, obscurity threatening me |
| Christ, your reasons were so obvious as my friends have qualified |
| I only laughed away your tears, but even jesters cry |
| But even jesters cry |
| I realise I hold the key to freedom |
| Oh, I cannot let my life be ruled by threads |
| The time has come to make decisions |
| The changes have to be made |
| I realise I hold the key to freedom |
| I cannot let my life be ruled by threads |
| The time has come to make decisions |
| The changes have to be made |
| Now I leave you, the past does have its say |
| You’re all but forgotten, a mote in my heart |
| Decisions have been made |
| They’ve been made, they’ve been made |
| Decisions have been made |
| I’ve conquered my fears |
| Oh, my fears |
| The flaming shroud |
| The flaming shroud |
| Thus ends the web |
| The web |
| The web |
| The web |