My spider sense is tingling

From the boys and the girls and the vortex singing

Just a second to hang upon my ears

Just a second to taste the salty tears

Judge not

Least you may be judged by me

Judge not

Least you may be destroyed by me



Trouble come down on shoulders quick

And put a hymn of neon upon my lips

Now that I'm spiralling into the void

My atoms split as loves reward

For the ten percent I can't afford

Well maybe I'd fly free as a bird



And without sleep

Without remorse

We're stuck on head-on collision course

But my plate's already full

Of selfish people with selfish desires

And don't climb so high

That you can't come down

To tumble now

Is to surely die