Under a headstone and laid in the ground Somewhere between death and life The warm and the white and the peace and the quiet Buried but still I survive Crawling to consciousness, finding myself Question who I really am Lurk in the shadows weaving my web A spider or am I a man? How long have I been this power, this beast? This crawling, all-consuming thing? How long have I seen through the spider's eyes? And done the spider's bidding? I am the weakling, the coward, the man Mortal; the one who can die You cannot stop me, I will be free The spider's a trap and a lie Two weeks In the ground In the grave Dead There's no spider There's just me There's no spider There's just me Hunter's insanity drove him to this Drugged me and left me confined You thought I was something larger than life Madness and magic combined You murdered a mask, didn't murder a man Weakness is strength and I rise I am the spider and I am the man And tonight the hunter he dies Two weeks In the ground In the grave Dead Two weeks In the ground In the grave Dead (But not really dead)