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There is a black widow on my hand

I saw it crawling on its thin web from the heavens

I let it laugh and land

it bites me not we have an agreement

it walks all over me, like you do

yet only this freak understands



im taking my deposit out now

please don't tell me that you've lost it

im breaking out and leaving town

cause the crows have been whispering about

the secrets beneath the asphalt



I don't have a car i sold that for you

cant go far but Ill take the long road anyways

have my steel manican and heavy truth

don't want to drive, the ravens say

this is poison inside the tar

and secrets beneath the asphalt



the sky it seranades about a free world outside of your constraints

i've lived my whole life alone but still i don't

heed any of those complaints

my time ended so long ago but I believe in second chances and fate

i've lived my whole life alone so why cant I

listen to the crows?



The spider is dangerous but succulent a trapped crystal without the sun

you were, you are, you will be no one

to me



im listening so hard I think I heard a siren call

im pulling this caravan to a halt

where were we going anyway?

Im hearing the birds, and they're whispering

of the secrets beneath the asphalt