The Web
(专辑: Script For A Jester's Tear - 1983)
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 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 Its strands I
hope and pray shall last Oh please do last The
flytrap 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 Your reasons were so obvious As my friend have qualified, I
only laughed away your tears But even jesters cry I
realise 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 I
realise 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 it's say You're all but forgotten a
mote in my heart Decisions have been made, decisions have been made I've conquered my fears, the
flaming shroud Thus ends the
web