Texty: Faithless. Outrospective. Tarantula.

These are recording, recording, recording

Down in the shadows of your deepest secrets
I sleep next to the precepts you hold most dear
Your heart is in my province hour upon hour
I shiver when you feel the cold
Everything you say I hear

Like a bomb and it's fuse
We bring bright light
But I could be a Devil to you
I could bite like a Tarantula
Right through the skin
And leave my poison dream

Deliciously unsuspecting
Protecting you from all harm
Except perhaps from reasons
From reasons