Maybe love will stand alone
Psychopathic blues
Tumble through the room
Shadowy-eyed demons
Of a special kind of doom
Ah, but what a tangled web you weave
Shuttling the loom so rapidly
Shuttling the loom as if it is
The be all and end all of your existence
What is truth anymore?
Your intricacy traps you
So many layers
So many layers
And none of them are real
You think you're so clever
You think you're so real
Hidden so far below the lies
You can't see truth anymore
So many stories
And never any endings
Trapped forever by your own deceit
What a tangled web you wove
So complex
So false
There is no truth anymore
Make me laugh
Tell me love is real
And not just some crazy fiction
My demented mind
Dreamt up of it's own accord
During a dangling moment
Look what we've done
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