My heart lies deep, buried in cobwebsnMy mind grows weak, conjuring nonsensenConfide, tell me what you don't trustnThis soul will hold on to nothing...nnEvery day I spend on trialnTo avoid what scares me the mostnAlthough I try, I can not relatenTo most anyone or to most... anythingnnMy ears burn hot, your friend is a suspectnParanoid of what the people are sayingnReplied to the message I believed innThis body holds a chemical process...nnEvery day I spend on trialnTo avoid what scares me the mostnAlthough I try, I can not relatenTo most anyone or to most... anythingnnMy heart lies deep, out of reachnOut of reach, out of reachnMy mind grows weak, for weeksnFor weeks, for weeks...nnMy heart lies deep, buried in cobwebs