The rain auditions at my window   Its symphony echoes in my womb   My gaze scans the walls of this apartment   To rectify the confines of my tomb      I'm the cyclops in the tenement   I'm the soul without the cause   Crying midst my rubber plants   Ignoring beckoning doors      Clippings from ancient newspapers   Lie scattered cross the floor   Stained by the wine from a shattered glass      Meaningless words, yellowed by time   Faded photos exposing pain   Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind   Christ, you've finished playing hangman   You've cast the fateful dice      Advice, advice, advice me   This shroud will not suffice   And thus begins the web      Attempting to discard these clinging memories   I only serve to wallow in our past   I fabricate the weave with my excuses   It's strands, I hope and pray shall last   Oh please do last, oh please do last      The fly trap needs the insects   Ivy caresses the wall   Needles make love to the junkies   The sirens seduce with their call      Confidence has deserted me   With you it has forsaken me   Confused and rejected, despised and alone   I kiss isolation on its fevered brow      Security, clutching me   Obscurity, threatening me   Christ, your reasons were so obvious   As my friend have qualified      I only laughed away your tears   But even jesters cry   But even jesters cry      I realize, I hold the key to freedom   Oh, I cannot let my life be ruled by threads   The time has come to make decisions   The changes have to be made      I realize, I hold the key to freedom   I cannot let my life be ruled by threads   The time has come to make decisions   The changes have to be made      Now I leave you, the past does have its say   You're all but forgotten, a mote in my heart   Decisions have been made   They've been made, they've been made      Decisions have been made   I've conquered my fears, all my fears   The flaming shroud, the flaming shroud   Must edge the web   The web, the web, the web