[Intro – ticking, distorted strings, low laugh] (quiet, amused) Welcome to my parlor… you really should’ve watched your step… --- [Verse 1 – venomflow cadence, controlled] You thought deception was a game a little mask, a little name pull a thread, distort the truth use a spider for your proof Funny thing about the web every lie leaves vibrations and I learned real quick how to track manipulations You mistook my grace for blindness my patience for submission but every predator knows silence sharpens intuition --- [Pre-Chorus – tightening tension] Tick… tick… hear the strands pull tight you entered the web thinking I wouldn’t bite --- [Chorus – explosive] Parlor tricks and puppet strings cheap disguises, poisoned things You came smiling at the door now you’re tangled in the floor I don’t scream, I don’t chase I just let the web embrace And when the fangs descend at last you’ll learn not every soul can be surpassed --- [Verse 2 – faster, sharper] Humanity got way too used to calling lies “what people do” using hearts like stepping stones then acting shocked when trust is gone But I’m ancient in my nature old instincts beneath the skin and spiders don’t negotiate with parasites that wander in You wanted access to my silk without respecting how it’s spun now the fool who played with venom gets to taste what they’ve become --- [Pre-Chorus – whispered menace] Every strand remembers… every movement speaks… --- [Chorus – heavier, layered] Parlor tricks and silver tongues little flies with borrowed stings You thought I’d dance beneath your hand now you can’t escape the strands I don’t break and I don’t bend I decide how stories end And every lie you tried to weave just fed the spider underneath --- [Bridge – stripped, eerie] (whispered) A spider doesn’t fear the dark… it built the architecture of it… (distortion rises) So come closer… tell another lie… and watch what answers from inside… --- [Final Chorus – full arachnometal chaos] Parlor tricks and shattered thread every falsehood left for dead You came hunting something weak found eight eyes instead of sheep No more puppets, no more role no more access to my soul This web is mine, these fangs are truth and now the spider’s seeing through you --- [Outro – ticking slows, calm dominance] (low, controlled) Welcome to my parlor… next time… bring honesty…
