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