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 tents   I'm the soul without the cause   Crying 'midst my rubber plants   Ignoring beckoning doors   Clippings from ancient newspapers   Lie scattered across the floor   Stained by the wine from a shattered glass   Meaningless words   Yellowed by time   Faded photos exposing the pain   Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind   Christ you've finished playing hangman   You've cast the fateful dice   Advice, advice, advice me, this shroud shall 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 friends have qualified   I only laughed away your tears, but even jesters cry   But even jesters cry      I realize I hold the key to freedom   Ohh 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   Thus ends the web, the web, the web, the web, the web