The rain in Spain comes pouring down
In a galaxy far far away
Mystery of my dream is always something
When the sun turns my night to day
Only one more web
Only one web to spin you´round
Spin my web of fantasy
Play this rhythm without missing a beat
A living insect you can tell it's a creep
By the movement in the shadows and the smell and the heat
With the sound of deadly nothing without crossing the street
The city weaves a cloth of hunger
Conquered by the night
On camera no one is getting any younger
Death is a dreadful sight
Only one more web
Only one web to spin you´round
Spin my web of fantasy
Play this rhythm without missing a beat?
A creepy crawler, on a creepy crawling crawl
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