The Web lyrics

Artist  : Marillion 
Song : The Web



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 Track 3 of _Script For A Jester's Tear_
The rain auditions at my window, it's symphony
echoes in my womb
  My gaze scans the walls of this apartment
  to rectify the confines of my tomb
I'm the cyclops in the tenement, I'm the soul
without the cause
  Crying midst my rubber plants, ignoring
beckoning doors,
Clippings from ancient newspapers he scattered
cross the floor
  Stained by the wine from a shattered glass,
meaningless words, yellowed by time,
  Faded photos exposing pain, celluloid leeches
bleeding my mind
You've finished playing hangman, you've cast the
fateful dice
  Advise, advise, advise me, this shroud will not
suffice.
Attempting to discard these clinging memories,
  I only serve to wallow in our past
I fabricate the weave with my excuses,
  its strands I hope and pray shall last
Oh please do last.
The flytrap needs the insect, ivy caresses the
wall
  Needles make love to the Junkies, sirens seduce
with their call
Confidence has deserted me, with you it has
forsaken me
  Confused and rejected, despised and alone,
I kiss isolation on it's fevered brow
  Security clutching me, obscurity threatening me
Your reasons were so obvious as my friends have
qualified
  I only laughed away your tears,  but even
jesters cry
I realise I hold the key to freedom,
  I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make decisions,
  the changes have to be made
I realise I hold the key to freedom,
  I cannot let my life be ruled by threads
The time has come to make decisions,
  the changes have to be made.
Now I leave you, the past has had its say
  You're all but forgotten  a mote in my heart
Decisions have been made.
Decisions have been made  I've conquered my fears
the flaming shroud.