Dead In a Web

Immortal memories dead in a web
Where we once were our roaring head

Dead in a web, boring people on bad cocaine
Dead in a web sandpaper

Tongues forked with terms of depression
Missing limbs thin under sweet obsession

God coming down, pulling fuckers from bars
And sticking them in driver seats of cars

Track marks the spot of the stuttering dead
But there's easier ways to blow off your head