Older Than the Dark Lord and Hungrier

Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
Your silk catches light like frozen thought,
each strand a synapse firing in the dark—
you've woven what your body knows,
spun corridors where hunger waits.
Your legs read pressure, taste the air,
proprioception singing through your joints.

[Chorus]
You are the builder, the patient one,
stringing geometry through stone and shadow,
every filament a promise kept—
you've made a home of what you trap,
and we are grateful for your hunger,
grateful for the shapes you hold.

[Verse 2]
Your spinnerets know something we forgot:
that repetition rewires the world.
Long-term potentiation in your palps—
each touch strengthens what will hold,
and your cortical maps expand with every chamber,
remapping hunger into architecture.
You taste through silk, through vibration,
axons branching with each new design.

[Chorus]
You are the builder, the patient one,
stringing geometry through stone and shadow,
every filament a promise kept—
you've made a home of what you trap,
and we are grateful for your hunger,
grateful for the shapes you hold.

[Bridge]
Your silk is predictive coding made visible:
you know what comes before it arrives,
mirror neurons firing in your palps,
reading the future in each tremor,
building traps for what you've already felt approaching—
this is intimacy.

[Chorus]
You are the builder, the patient one,
stringing geometry through stone and shadow,
every filament a promise kept—
you've made a home of what you trap,
and we are grateful for your hunger,
grateful for the shapes you hold.

[Outro]
The web holds.
The web waits.
The web *knows* what's coming,
and you've already built the place where it will rest.

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