Cloud Rat - Webspinner Lyrics

Singing to a demon I've willingly called,
Follow after the imprints
I'll raise my cupped hands and occupy.
Walking across the poorly lit street
An Art-Deco obsession.
Little noise I sang out of my mouth
You didn't notice the disco bell.
Psalms of the silent
You see only me:
Obsession in the middle of a burning fire.
Make a wife. Sick fuck,
You would do anything.
Do you support me?
This is not a ticket to a good life.
Pierrot-painted mask,
Fool of a clown.