Spider Blue

Look at life through window panes,
And you can’t seem to concentrate.
Your bloodshot mind takes you for a ride
Though you know that you’ll run off the road.
Now back and forth, through your head.
The fire flies, you’ve run braindead.
Your lips are screaming, violet-blue.
With eyes of stone that can’t see through.
So go down, and down, and down again.
As your freedom flags keep closing in.
You see, Spider Blue may take your hand,
But blackened veins become your brand.
So you walk on out,
Walk on out of this life.
Walk on out of this dream.
Though you can’t leave me behind.