Weeping Wound - "ARTIFICIAL WEB" (Official Music Video)

"ARTIFICIAL WEB" by Weeping Wound

Video by Todd Babu
Make Up by Sara Michelle
Actors: Lo Rocco, Christian Cruz & Christian Lennard
Written by Patrick Dowling, Loren Whitaker & Dylan Torre
Lyrics by Patrick Dowling & Dylan Torre
Production & Engineering by Patrick Dowling
Vocal Engineering & Production by William Pogan & Patrick Dowling
Mixed & Mastered by Lance Prenc

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lyrics:
there’s a spider in the corner of the room
mechanical sight that can’t leave you
do i need the sickness
or do i need you

I feel it on me
the itching need
an ache that speaks to isolate
I want to pull it apart
tear my eyelids off
your image burned beneath meI feel it on mean ache that speaksburns every inch
of my world and never becomes warmthI feel it on meitching need
you’re all I see

I’m caught up
in you
it’s the taste of your skin
the way it hurts when you
let me in
I can’t forgive
do I need the sickness or you
I’ve become my artificial web
caught up
it’s doomed
Intertwined with my regret
artificial web

I feel it in me
it’s pulsating
an ache that speaks to separate
I don’t like what I see
scrub the skin ‘til it bleeds
do you know what it’s like,
to never feel clean?I feel it in mean ache that speaks
you’re all I see
there’s a spider in the corner of the room
mechanical sight that can’t leave you
do i need the sickness
or do i need you

I feel it on me
the itching need
an ache that speaks to isolate
I want to pull it apart
tear my eyelids off
your image burned beneath meI feel it on mean ache that speaksburns every inch
of my world and never becomes warmthI feel it on meitching need
you’re all I see

I’m caught up
in you
it’s the taste of your skin
the way it hurts when you
let me in
I can’t forgive
do I need the sickness or you
I’ve become my artificial web
caught up
it’s doomed
Intertwined with my regret
artificial web

I feel it in me
it’s pulsating
an ache that speaks to separate
I don’t like what I see
scrub the skin ‘til it bleeds
do you know what it’s like,
to never feel clean?I feel it in mean ache that speaks
you’re all I see