On the edge of another line It's so hard to believe You've been hiding another rhyme In the still of the night Some words are as cold as ice And you try to forget But the way you've been writing them On its melody On the edge of another line It's so hard to believe You've been hiding another rhyme In the still of the night Some words are as cold as ice And you try to forget But the way you've been writing them On its melody You're the writer of only lies It ain't what it seems That the source of spectacular Is a spiders web You tell me is it really true Is it time to receive the way they feel Is it there that you wanna be Or is it just another lonely day For the need of a lovers rhyme
You've been stealin' the hearts With a nasty glance in eyes And again and again... From the seat of an empty chair They've gone on their way The creatures that you once made Are around your bed You're the writer of only lies It ain't what it seems That the source of spectacular Is a spiders web You tell me is it really true Is it time to receive the way they feel Is it there that you wanna be Or is it just another lonely day So you tell me is it really worth it To write so many lies Yes you tell me is it really worth it To look at all empty eyes The more the years go by the more you die inside You know it's time to quit the scene And learn to keep the plot alive