There's a terantula weaving a web above my head
And I'm hung up on defeat
Confront me with my failures, go ahead
There the only thing in my life that seems concrete
Enlighten me with your emollient knowledge
Because I'm in the clutches of evil
Rise above the brackish streets, but will you acknowledge?
Eradicate the hand of failure, and wash away this dose so lethal
Life can be so unkind
Hang a malignant title on my thin frame
I'll never be able to change your frame of mind
I'm just a character who became defamed
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