Out of the woodwork
Comes the spiders
Devouring your corpse

Though you're dead, you've much to give
In life you were a failure

Out the woodwork
Comes the spiders
Skittering 'cross your nose

The scent of Rose's lost to you
Away upon the wind

Out the woodwork
Comes the spiders
There's no one there to mourn

There alone there with the spiders
In death as you once lived.