| Like the spider spins the web
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| It goes back to your beliefs
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| What you said you never said
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| You’re trying hard to find relief
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| It’s not telling truth or lies
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| It’s about convenience
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| To throw stones and you look stoned
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| Could you lie and mean it
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| You’d rock it if you were able
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| Can you hang with Judas Cradle
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| Rock me baby off to sleep
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| Now you’ve fallen in too deep
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| You’d rock it if you were able
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| Can you hang with Judas Cradle
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| My hands/ Means nothing/ To Me
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| Have you seen the Judas Cradle
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| Inbetween the Judas Cradle
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| As the point gets driven home
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| You lose your resistance
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| Splits you down the middle man
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| And increase the distance
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| You’d rock it if you were able
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| Can you hang with Judas Cradle
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| Throw me back into the fire
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| Peel the skin away from bones |