I am the spider
Who sews the whole web
Cold agent of shadows
That fled from a lab
I need no thanksgiving
Though weaving I weep
Cocooning small bugs
That crack up your sleep
Who sews the whole web
Cold agent of shadows
That fled from a lab
I need no thanksgiving
Though weaving I weep
Cocooning small bugs
That crack up your sleep
I am the spider
Survivor of falls
Ran away from the rain
Set up life on your walls
I'm often the seamstress
Of tissues you'll crush
To sweep your wall anew
A genocide by deadly brush
