THE SPIDER AND THE BEAR
I've got a way...Two tickets and a bold proposition. I've got a way...And a beautiful lady awaiting. She's at the edge of the city, where the trees are silent and the streets are cold. She's at the edge of the city, where the women have grown tired and the men are so old…but not her - she's got the burden of her beauty. Oh not her - and I can tell we're getting close.
Heavy footed fools breaking the branches on the ground, taking for granted the precious and the delicate. In perfect hindsight blinded by a passive disposition, take a step, take a life, take me for her, husband for wife. I've got a way...to bury the thief in his den. I've got a way...introducing monster to man. At the end of the city, where the favor is returned with an echo and a fall. At the edge of the city, where good fortune will not favor nor the mighty or the small.
Oh not us! We have the burden of the lonely! Oh not us! But they always come around again...
Some, oh they say, that you are better off to stay, watching them safely from a distance for in shadows plans are spun away. But come and play, you'll let your guard down anyway... Their words are never empty, but they're always sure to lead you astray. You know, most spiders are not out for revenge, like the spiders that wait patient in webs, like the spiders that catch innocent eyes or like the spiders that tell terrible lies…They're just begging to go home, before they watch themselves disappear.