Innocence has no resistance
Against a wicked counselor such as I
You won't make it out
Shall I lead you to my parlor,
Poison offers disguised, in just your size
You won't make it out
You may think me altruistic,
Feel my dark hypnosis closing in
You won't make it out

Then you grow cold,
Cold
As a stare
As if no,
None,
Could compare
But you don't know,
How close,
To ensnare
When I control,
You will
Despair

Sycophancy, solipsistic,
Spider plays the fool
To lure the fly
You won't make it out

Then you grow cold,
Cold
As a stare
As if no,
None,
Could compare
But you don't know,
How close,
To ensnare
When I control,
You will
Despair