Big Web

Suffered the old ones To buffer the new And set up some glass walls That we can crawl through Paid tribute to old skin All tried and true But lied Stuck to the ceiling After sleeping in glue I tried to come down But my jaw hurts to chew My eyes fell out They're right next to you Are those mine? I thought that I should ask I stare up at you and wonder how I could ever live inside Only to crawl up into your womb That I manipulate for a modern life (I sucked on the glue that got me up there And it helped to keep me awake Time came to sleep and I couldn't slow it down Find something else to help regulate) Let's take off all our clothes and all our names I'm sick of being scared of being sick All of my files were fucked and confused And they already made me cut off my dick Suffered the old ones To buffer the new And set up some glass walls That we can crawl through I think I fucked myself Might've fucked you too Is that all right? Thought that I should ask