The Web

(Derek Disck/Steve Rothery/ Pete Trewavas/ Micheal Pointer/Mark Kelly/Brian Jellyman)
 The rain auditions at my window
 Its symphony echoes in my womb
 My gaze scans the walls of this apartment
 To rectify the confines of my tomb
 I'm the cyclops in the tenement
 I'm the soul without the cause
 Crying midst my rubber plants, ignoring beckoning doors
 Clippings from ancient newspapers lie scattered cross the floor
 Stained by the wine from a shattered glass
 Meaningless words
 Yellowed by time
 Faded photos exposing pain
 Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind
 Christ, you've finished playing hangman
 You've cast the fateful dice
 Advice, advice, advice me, this shroud will not suffice
 And thus begins the web
 Attempting to discard these clinging memories
 I only serve to wallow in our past
 I fabricate the weave with my excuses
 Its strands I hope and pray shall last
 Oh please do last
 Oh please do last
 The flytrap needs the insects
 Ivy caresses the wall
 Needles make love to the junkies
 The sirens seduce with their call
 Confidence has deserted me, with you it has forsaken me
 Confused and rejected, despised and alone, I kiss isolation on it's fevered brow
 Security clutching me
 Obscurity threatening me
 Christ, your reasons were so obvious as my friends have qualified
 I only laughed away your tears, but even jesters cry
 But even jesters cry
 I realise I hold the key to freedom
 Oh I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
 The time has come to make decisions
 The changes have to be made
 I realise I hold the key to freedom
 I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
 The time has come to make decisions
 The changes have to be made
 Now I leave you
 The past does have it's say
 You're all but forgotten
 A mote in my heart
 Decisions have been made
 They've been made
 Decisions have been made
 I've conquered my fears, all my fears
 The flaming shroud, the flaming shroud
 Thus ends the web, the web, the web, the web, the web