Filistata

Stolen Babies

Crawling all over, behind ears and behind words
When you are alone and youre not one of the boys and girls
You fall out of your web, dancing on a crooked ledge
Youre falling of the edge
Is someone going to end up dead?
There is no cure
I am my only curse
No way (Im sure) to get this spell reversed
The Filistata crawling all over my head
Its like I always caught up, safe in the messiest of webs
But when it falls out (and like my mind falls out of me)
Its hard to get back in
Its hard to regain sanity
Up on a cliff doing the dance
What happens if I lose balance?
Constantly creeping away from people and from noise
While everyones sleeping Im scared to death
Its not my choice
Theres a web inside me, behind my eyes, it pounds and pounds
There sits Filistata
Its growing there but makes no sound
There is no pain
Just hate and empty tears
Blind, hollow eyes and webs over the ears
And in the end will I have wasted years?