Spider Heard

At the traffic light, was a figurine
Rough around the edge, solid evergreen
Leaning to the side, holding up an arc
Facing straight ahead, blank without a spark

It trips, and twists
And suddenly, practically gives in

But spinning next to him, similar molding
Wants a plastic twin, replica for him (?)
Ready warrior, stuck inside its head
You need discipline, soldier on a thread

Not a doll, a polymer popular play thing
No make believe, no luxury, robbery, repeat
It trips, and twists
And suddenly, practically gives in

Oh ragged little doll, made of porcelain
Posable and small, breakable and thin
Spider heard her talk, tie a webber's knot
Who is in the lead? One is at the top

Not a doll, a polymer popular play thing
No make believe, no luxury, robbery, repeat

He said...
The channel changes by itself (la la la)
The TV's blaring at me (la la la)
Said it's making a copy (la la la)

A robot flick at mother earth, but
The wire isn't connected (la la la)
An imitation you'll see (la la la)
And it just isn't, isn't me

I saw a pattern, in the impression of a face
That wrinkly complexion, never looked the same
Split between two things, conscious, balancing
That fundamental link, carbon copy me

It trips, and twists
And suddenly, practically gives in
But winning in a room, somewhere way out back
Bending with a spoon, standing on its head
Insect wannabe, round themselves with sin
With certain guarantee, (???)

Not a doll, a polymer popular play thing
No make believe, no luxury, robbery, repeat

The channel changes by itself (la la la)
The TV's blaring at me (la la la)
Said it's making a copy (la la la)

A robot flick at mother earth, but
The wire isn't connected (la la la)
An imitation you'll see (la la la)
And it just isn't, isn't me