There are spiders in my room
There are friends in my room
They eat flies and other useless and oblivious things
And one day they'll come and eat me
But thats ok that's ok
I'm ready for that day
I look forward to my own personal reckoning

They'll crawl inside and lay little eggs
Sometimes I feel them even when they're not on me
Their eight skinny little legs
Plenty of little eyes helping them see

That I am a house pest and I must go
Wrap me up and eat me
What happens after death I don't know
But I'm excited to die and see