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 of 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 I always caught up,
Safe in the messiest of webs
But when it falls 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?

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?