Tyler,
Tyler, Tyler, what is that?
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Move is just my will.
You can fight but not escape
from the spell the spiders shape.
In the corner
watch it spin.
All your fears are drawn within.
Not a threat, just what I am.
Beauty built from every plan.
When the web begins to shine,
you'll be tangled up in mine.
Stay a while, don't be afraid.
Even fear
is softly made.
