A porcupine Crawling out from inside of your mind Like you growing a crown of thorns But you're no messiah You think more like a spider 'Cause guilty hearts beat upside down Silver hubcaps replaced your eyes As you went spinning on a daydream down Forgiving the road every inch for miles If your tyres survive You know your heart will explode And if this song was a sponge Soaked in your blood Well then I guess the story would be told A fateful day You became a spider As I fed you the blood from my nose Now you're just like me
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