Better off dead than wasting my hours
Flying where I shouldn't be
Flexing like pricks with their stolen power
They're just who the spider would eat
Spinning all your silk and moving all of your eight legs
To build a web that'll spread through the world
Feeding off our highs and lows
And curious...
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