Oh what a mess Questioning his head He can't just sit with it Oh its bitter-sweet And in between Numbed lips so wrong Trying to speak Words trailing off Typically You don't mind Tending to your screen Oh where's your face They planted a seed Branches out Through your eyes and ears Wraps around Your neck into other hands To meet demands You've sought out my past Now you're crossing my path Oh the web is spun And you'll stick until the deeds are done You better watch your back Oh the tables turn You better watch your back