Filistata

Crawling all over, behind ears and behind words
 When you are alone and you're not one of the boys and girls
 You fall out of your web, dancing on a crooked ledge
 You're falling on the edge
 Is someone going to end up dead?
 There is no cure
 I am my only curse
 No way, I'm sure, to get this spell reversed
 The Filistata crawling all over my head
 It's like a always caught up, safe in the messiest of webs
 But when it fall out and like my mind falls out of me
 It's hard to get back in
 It's hard to regain sanity
 Up on a cliff doing the dance
 What happens if I lose balance?
 Filistata...
 Constantly creeping away from people and from noise
 While everyone's sleeping I'm scared to death, it's not my choice
 There's a web inside me, behind my eyes it pounds and pounds
 There sits Filistata
 It's 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?