Dedicated to...
slowly we walked
down a withered and twisted path
the whole time, you were weaving a web
a web of destruction, a web of deceit
we come to a fork in the road
the time to go separate paths has come
now im caught in your web
and i gradually begin to die
with that warped grin on your face
insisting that it was not your web
insisting that you couldnt possibly weave
you claim you want to free me
but now im tangled
but now i die
By my friend, Carl McNew. I miss him!
His newly dyed hair! :O
The Carl I remember...
down a withered and twisted path
the whole time, you were weaving a web
a web of destruction, a web of deceit
we come to a fork in the road
the time to go separate paths has come
now im caught in your web
and i gradually begin to die
with that warped grin on your face
insisting that it was not your web
insisting that you couldnt possibly weave
you claim you want to free me
but now im tangled
but now i die
By my friend, Carl McNew. I miss him!
His newly dyed hair! :O
The Carl I remember...