All these spiders in my head, weaving webs weaving webs with dark thread

And they’re casting doubt into everything I think about
Including every thought that says I should try and get em out
Soon they will own me, this wicked web they’ve sewn me
Better make my move, better make my move

All these spiders in my head, weaving webs weaving webs with dark thread

I’m afraid its not Charolette who has come to stay
These are wicked little weavers, never a kind word to say
Thread is oh-so-sticky, meant to lure me meant to trick me
Once I’m in the strugglin’, lends just to snare me further in these

All these spiders in my head, weaving webs weaving webs with dark thread

All these spiders locked inside her
No she has no hope
While they’re pulling the ropes
And what feeds them, she can’t see them
Open up her crown, let the light pour down
In the light they’ll drown and put their weaving down

All these spiders in my head, weaving webs weaving webs with dark thread x2
All these spiders in my head, in my head, in my head
All these spiders in my head, weaving webs weaving webs
All these spiders in my head, in my head, in my head
All these spiders in my head, weaving webs