You don't belong on my plate
I recognize your taste
I spit you out
Oh, what a web we weave
Tangled in hatred and envy
Now you watch me eat
At the table where God prepared my seat
All those storms meant to sink this boat
While my anchor lays and rest
Didn't know how big my anchor was
Now those storms are put to bed
Your roar was loud
But it was mighty
If you saw my anchor
You'd tread lightly
Oh, what a web we weave
Tangled in hatred and envy
Now you watch me eat
At the table where God prepared my seat
Oh, what a web we weave
Tangled in hatred and envy
Now you watch me eat
At the table where God prepared my seat
You thought I would block you and throw you away
And discard you just the same
Now what fun would that be
I'll put on a show and have you see
What he can do
Is much greater than me
Be careful next time
Who you aim to please
Oh, what a web we weave
Tangled in hatred and envy
Now you watch me eat
At the table where God prepared my seat
Oh, what a web we weave
Tangled in hatred and envy
Now you watch me eat
At the table where God prepared my seat
Now you watch me, you watch me eat
At this table you have no seat