There are spiders inside your neck But you won't admit to it There are crows up inside your head But you won't understand or give a damn Well its getting late But I will wait There are crows up inside of your feet But you won't admit to it There are spiders in your hair But you don't even care Who put them there Well its getting late but i will wait On and on we roll like death in a can Comfort in silence love and violence And its getting late But I will wait There is ink up inside of your brain But it all looks the same On and on we roll like death in a can Comfort in silence Love and violence Ink in your eyelids Crows and spiders