Just beneath the placid surface
there lies an internal ferment
confusion unspoken and unnamed
a silent, gentle, slow torment
Questions many, go unanswered
the genesis just beyond grasp
judgements made, a chronic ache,
Spectres from your past

chorus:
Tangled in the web
I can hear the question
that pumps through your veins
Tangled in the web
I can hear you screaming
for the light to shine on you

Is it a feeling long forgotten?
Some half-remembered pain exposed?
Or some new, faceless perturbation,
some new hurt, real or is it just posed?
Fear of what it may release
for this pain to cease

chorus:
Tangled in the web
I can hear the question
that pumps through your veins
Tangled in the web
I can hear you screaming
for the light to shine on you
Tangled in the web
I can see the hurt inside your eyes
Tangled in the web
I can feel you reaching
for the answers beyond the lies

Without true knowledge of the cause
How can one predict effect?
Would others suffer for your freedom?
Is that a risk you can accept?
A chronic ache, familiar from the past
no reason for this Pain to last