The world is mine
All paper and ink
All my illusions
All mine all mine
Traverse it well and
Find myself
Amongst its blessings
For I am wealth
You seek it
Need it
Traverse, traverse
Desire
Finding finding
Me
In every web and every
Splash
Of ink on pages
All mine own
Saints and sinners all in tow
Traversing rivers
Fight back the flow
You have no power
You have no say
The world is mine
It's mine it's mine
For everything is mine
Immortal is my epitaph
My visage burned in retinas
Reside in every mind and soul
For all of me is mine
Immortal is my abstract form
My lies inscribed into your bones
Threading webs and making you
For all this world is mine
Immortal is my work in you
Yourself a vessel for my dues
Whisper thy prayers into the blue
For all of you is mine
Immortal is the infinite
The screeching
They are sick of it
They seek release
Despise my grace
They're mine they're mine they're mine
Immortal is my all
Myself
To blend the lines
And smear the ink
O, speak thy prayers I shall hear
Thine woes of subjects drawing near
Thine screams of monsters trapped between
Thine echoes of the paths you've seen
Each wind and twist and turn and end
Again again again again
Enjoy the show
And speak my name
My name like poison on your lips
The webs they grow
In everything
Both real and not
They smear the lines
And everywhere that webbing grows
Yes everywhere becomes mine own
The webs are always part of me
And therefore all is mine
