Crawlin’ out of silver skin, the night begins to hum, Eight legs on the pavement, hear the city come undone. People freeze in doorways, eyes wide in their fright, Whispers cut the silence — “What the hell’s that in the light?” They point, they curse, they turn away, Like shadows judging day by day… Spiders on the storm — walkin’ proud, walkin’ torn, Through the thunder of the crowd, they’re never worn. Spiders on the storm — hearts alive, souls reborn, Keep on movin’, even when they’re scorned. Neon burns their faces, reflections in the glass, Not monsters made of poison — just kids the world won’t ask. Leather, spikes, and fire eyes, electric veins that burn, They march for what they’re made of, but no one wants to learn. The streets are loud with disbelief, But truth is crawling underneath… Spiders on the storm — walkin’ proud, walkin’ torn, Through the thunder of the crowd, they’re never worn. Spiders on the storm — hearts alive, souls reborn, Keep on movin’, even when they’re scorned. Don’t let their eyes define your name, Don’t let their shame become your chain. If you know the fire’s yours to keep, Then let it burn — and don’t fall asleep! Spiders on the storm — not afraid, not forlorn, Through the lightning and the roar, they’re reborn. Spiders on the storm — yeah, the line’s been drawn, Keep on walkin’ till the break of dawn. Let them stare, let them mock your form, We’re all spiders — on the storm!
