The arachnids in the shadows
The fixation with the hypnosis spiral
The lurking that goes unseen
The spiral goes faster and the brighter we glow
Inside of our pupils become a place unknown
Fascinated with the magic tricks and illusions
That fit in our palms
So much so... that all is left...smoke and mirrors
Until we realize we are trapped in a resting place
When we scramble with confusion to find the truth
The spiders have us surrounded
In their strategic patterns made of silk