Testo Spider Song

She spun webs of ash
For flame-ridden flies left to catch
And though it burns her, she don't look back

You won't see it at all
A corner of familiar withdrawal
Although it seems so, It's not your fault
Stone cold silken petals
Drape down beneath your bones
And as they scatter amongst the ashes

It starts to glow
I wonder if you've taken them down
Just don't take me home

And I'll still sit here
Wrapped in dragline
As we both burn