Chrome

A skeptic syndicate of light glimmer from future
Dust topping on an edible dream
Haunting its way through a spectrum of despair
You've been there

Reflecting self on a mat tenderness
Master manipulator fed your appetite
A chronic hunger you will never triumph
He knows your weakness

Molding the human suture to its needs
Devour the bait, stick to the reaching hand
Towering all over you, spinning you around
That's where you're bound

There's a shroud, a bleep on every vile act
Audible to common human as the Siren's Song
How pathetic, said the spider to it's prey
They were all lost in their heaven