Queen of Spiders, tonight

With all your disguises, I’m not scared of obsession:

Glossy black eyed eye sac calculating again,

Do you know who you have ensnared, Queen?

When I disappear, become a dream?

Do you know there, I grow within, as I be?

That I grow only to serve at your feet, do you

Think you have fooled me, with your disguises,

Great Queen? I see your within, fear, loathing,

Your obsessed desire to harm me, and I’d serve you

But did you know, I come walking in armour?

As women scream die, as men stop, stare, say slut, as you drive by with a fake, as the gay scene keeps making its own nose grow so long it’s ridiculous, a riddle almost, to not comprehend, the length of its own madness, in its own orbit,

A pandemonium ridiculous,

As I’m growing confident, like you’re against

A wall and hard, and I’m serving you all, and yet-

I’m true! Yet you drive by like the rest, funny you can’t

See yourself, too, I do, you’re obsessed, you can’t

See yourself like the rest, and yet-

YOURE THE BOSS

It’s true, it’s you, Queen of Spiders, who rules

The madness, weaving the torturous obsession

That grows within, as I disappear, my light resurrect

Again, as you watch from your Web, waiting

I’m not scared of our obsession, it’s what I want