Alkalyte from Tapeworm by the stragglers

I strung the silk out of a spider
I made a rope out of desire
To hang you down that wishing well
For your decent down into hell

And you came afloat out on the nile
In Africa you stayed awhile
You went through all that darkness
And still came up with a smile

So I hope to see you spinning soon
Around my ceiling fan
It seems that I have learned to lie
And I've yet to stretch out thin

But all we know
Is that you're not breathing
And back at home
They've stopped believing
You gotta bring proof
That there's nothing to lose
With two arms tied in a rubber room

We're both alkalytes for liking the trio
From San Francisco to Chicago
We'll follow the trail of smoke and coke
We'll hit the road til we're flat broke

So please lead yourself out of the jungle
And make it out without a struggle
You left a note that I should give to her
But how long to wait wasn't quite clear

You know suspense in killing me
With my fingers through my skin
Private eyes will take the time
And try to find a hint

But all we know
Is that you're not breathing
And back at home
They've stopped believing
You gotta bring proof
That there's nothing to lose
With two arms tied in a rubber room

Well I paddled down the Acheron
To guide you home I left a light on
Of course I'm tired, it was in my sights
I trust that you're just waiting til the time is right

Then I climbed my way through ash and dust
I swear the titans are here to help us
Was this your plan, to go out in style?
I must admit to you that they're all in denial

But all we know
Is that you're not breathing
And back at home
They've stopped believing
You gotta bring proof
That there's nothing to lose
With two arms tied in a rubber room

Oh no your face is turning blue
I've heard chainsaws, jaws drop, queens
This mantle's just for you

Oh no your face is turning blue
I've heard chainsaws, jaws drop, queens
This mantle's just for you

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