Spider On The Web Qwel

[Qwel speaking:]
Get your sad angry face on...

[Verse 1:]
It's just lost in time, [the slide?] is mine
The long knife edge a metaphor for a dime
But for the climb, the highest life led, despite his right head
Tries light upon the lifeless, an advice for self-help:
Hell is night spent in ice sweats, dead writer fighting
Heights, the cider-spiking the cycle like cold rain
Hold it tight, life, the lightening recycled in strife
The likeliest [idol?] strike the grimiest model
Sorrow hollows this love, just to run this type [of a bottles?]
And y'all knows who follows
Who wallows hollow from shadows with battle-scarred hearts
And shattered armor borrowed from battle, raffle tomorrows
'How far does this path go?' -- he ask slow
Nobody that he asks knows, the flash in both flickers

We wear darkness like a robe, holding tight on its threads
Instead of shedding light, we just tighten it with the prices we bled
The best in sight since these light switches and slices of bread
Young caccooning, foolish caterpillar, despite what they said
His isolation cloak joked upon the surface it seems
As he reacts and acts according to his purpose for things
Can't understand his urgent urge because it burns and it stings
To be emerged from his furnace furnished with the burden of wings
No longer inching on his ranch, now he's determined to sing
Or better second chance, enhanced at the perfect degree
From out of the blackest isolation, flapping, laughing like:
'I made it, Had to fight, but flight was worth the pain'...
...Bust... plus it faded