The Weaver Songtext
von Plantoid

Bitter lounge in a warm cocoon
Stormy ground, but I float aloof
No more weary eyes
Sweep it under, to say I tried

Too risky
This home to me
Is balancing on a thread
Defiantly weaving

Whipping sounds situate anew
Hunkering down when it′s overdue
Through squinted eyes, sunlight fires out
One step closer, walking thunder


It's too risky
This home to me
Is balancing on a thread
Defiantly weaving

Keep it clean, no way so winding
Coiling in a well of noise
Losing half the battle
Here I lie, take your aim

The world is folding
I′m not going
Send them all in
No, I'm not going

Too risky
This home to me
Is balancing on a thread
Defiantly weaving


The world is folding
No, I'm not going
So send them all in
No, I′m not going