"Silk" lyrics

"Silk"

Trust becomes a toxin that runs like fibers of the fang
No cure for this concoction
When you find pleasure in the pain

So spin me in your web, suffocating silk
Twisted in the thread
Left for dead, now devoid of guilt
Weave me through your will

Useless antiseptic
A fear that's fatal to the taste
Rotting me consciously
Filth of atrocity, left in the dark to decay

So spin me in your web, suffocating silk
Twisted in the thread
Left for dead, now devoid of guilt
Weave me through your will
Savoring the kill

Here lies a faceless fool
Suspended by a string
Injected to infected
But you'll never, never feel the sting

So spin me in your web, suffocating silk
Twisted in the thread
Left for dead, now devoid of guilt
(Devoid of guilt)
So spin me in your web, suffocating silk
Twisted in the thread
Left for dead, now devoid of guilt
(Devoid of guilt)

Left to decay
Left to decay with the flies


Writer(s): Cody Quistad, Briton Bond, Seth Blake, Chris Gaylord, Stephen Kluesener
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