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