Don't call me that name anymore.
I don't feel like a bird
and I don't want to be yours.
I want to be cold,
to move fast on the road
quiet and bold
black widow I
spin my web in stone
free in the woods to live alone
pretty house in the dark woods
moon reflected glimmering mud
Isis, sort my evils from my goods
i want more than nice girls should
caught in the mud
I spin my web in blood
black widow did what she could
no mirrors in the pyramids i build around myself
i'll die in here
my soul in a jar on the shelf.
i'll raise my own hell.
now smash the china on the ground
now move your lips don't make a sound
let rivers flow north from the south
let velvet tongue roll out your mouth
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