I was just eight legged nibbling your food

Fly in the web curdled into stew

I was feeling Carolina

I was in the mood

Caught a car heading south

For a little include

With the heat of the engine

Burning in my leg

Little girl be afraid

When I sit in your braid

Sunshine through a perpetual haze

The beach, the sand, gonna be my grave

The beach the sand, gonna be my grave

It is, the thing, you want the most

That brings you to your knees

I pull, my weight, on silver skin

The earth, I shall receive

Ever wake up salty screaming in your mind?

Wolf spider running through the swamp of time

Spend your days 'til you finally mine

You soft as silk and a perfect crime

Your sleep ain't easy I can smell your breath

Pink salt skin really all I need

Waiting in the shadows

Get you when I please

Our blood'll mix and I take my leave