Verse 1

Glass sweats cold on the pantry shelf

Eight black legs scrape against themselves

A lid clicks shut; the air runs thin

Eight hungry kings in a prison tin

Pre-Chorus

One takes the corner, one takes the seam

Silk draws borders through the cramped-up dream

Chorus

Spiders in a jar, bite down, bite down

No room to turn and no way out

Spiders in a jar, teeth at the wall

When one makes a move, they answer all

Verse 2

The smallest waits where the shadows meet

The biggest guards the only beat

A tremor travels through the glass