In a grimy hall where light only flows From a lamp that barely shows, In a dust-choked space so tight, Lived a spider, black as night. He watched the world, each laugh that died, Each friendly gesture that slowly dried. [Chorus] Is it time to leave or still remain, Weave his lair to eat and feign, Gaze upon others' cursed fate, Invisible through his wicked state. He needed nothing, had it all, King of dust, emperor of the crack. Drunken masters would pass him by, Yet on their bodies, he'd crawl and spy. [Chorus] Is it time to leave or still remain, Weave his lair to eat and feign, Gaze upon others' cursed fate, Invisible through his wicked state. Soon he’ll be gone, dead or away, Nothing left but threads he'd lay, Where drops of dew will catch the light, Once a year, in the endless night. [Chorus] Is it time to leave or still remain, Weave his lair to eat and feign, Gaze upon others' cursed fate, Invisible through his wicked state.
