I just weave the web, it's a map spell So I pick a flicker Break the fact, it's a crap set So I kick a tricker Save the name, chase the plane in your scene It's fallen in pieces Skip the rest, maybe bad luck I swing with the wind I tear my note that I need But I stump some scars on my hand like a ZIP code I hear a song that I hate So I smash a glass on my hand with my headphone Now I feel fine So I weave the web, it's a spell drawn So I hit a clutter Craze me not, what a flip shown I snap you one more time Slave the bugs, chase the dog in your house He'll tease you Stick the eggs, ten times now I see a scape of sand I rip my book that I loved But I make some tool on my back like a Dead Code I play a song that I love And I clash my bike in the sky like I'm spellbound Now I feel fine Don't you see? There's no place for hide away There's no place for hide away I just need a place to be So I weave the web to lie and I spread traps! But I know, it's myself to be caught in my web Gimme a knife to cut threads off!