I met a lonely widow
Ended up in her silk bed
By the time I had awoken
I was hanging by a thread
She was cunning and a recluse
And she spun a golden web
And in time i'll be injected
I will end up dead.
Now I'm stuck here in this pattern
And i can't seem to break free
I have chosen not to struggle
I'll just sip my cup of tea
She's been waiting oh so patient
But I've never been so still
I can feel every vibration
Cause I know she'll Kill.
Weave your web. Leave my head.
Weave your web. Leave my head.
Weave your web. Leave my head.
Weave your web. Leave my head.
Incredible psych-rock with an undertone of grunge and a focus on tight songcraft gets a well-deserved vinyl pressing. Bandcamp New & Notable May 11, 2023