Текст песни Tarantula Perfume

Hypnotic eyes staring at you through the dead of night take refuge in the trees and beg please, oh please just let me survive, this is my kind of place where creatures crawl under your skin and everywhere are claws like blades that cut you when your soul is saved, oh you would wouldn't you trade your daggers in for tarantula perfume they could have come in use through the next clearing lies your impending doom, your soul is saved only if you say call me the king of design with no specific plans in mind, step right up step right up, test your luck, test your luck, dive right in, dive right in, this sea of flesh is sink or swim, you can call me the king of design with no specific plans in mind, we're all a part of this traveling show with nowhere to go