Crawling all over, behind ears and behind words

When you are alone and you're not one of the boys and girls

You fall out of your web, dancing on a crooked ledge

You're falling of the edge

Is someone going to end up dead?

There is no cure

I am my only curse

No way (I'm sure) to get this spell reversed

The Filistata crawling all over my head

It's like I always caught up, safe in the messiest of webs

But when it falls out (and like my mind falls out of me)

It's hard to get back in

It's hard to regain sanity

Up on a cliff doing the dance

What happens if I lose balance?

Constantly creeping away from people and from noise

While everyone's sleeping I'm scared to death

It's not my choice

There's a web inside me, behind my eyes, it pounds and pounds

There sits Filistata

It's growing there but makes no sound

There is no pain

Just hate and empty tears

Blind, hollow eyes and webs over the ears

And in the end will I have wasted years?