The Spider's Face

DOCTOR STOCKILL
There’s a world outside of these crumbling walls
Where the weak men hide and do battles and brawls
And the only pride is the spider that crawls
Into the cracks and calmly waits for the flies to realize
As they’re sitting in the shit and dirt
That their heads all ache and their bellies all hurt
And there’s nothing that can save
Neither drain nor skirt
Well, the disease has proven fatal, it’s spreading
But the spider knows
And will generously give
And he promises the flies that they all shall live
Though the cost of a drop of the cure is dear
How the penny doth flow when it’s death they fear
And he cast his web so prodigiously wide
That he snared the whole sniveling world inside
And the lot that couldn’t pay
Well, they bloody died
But that’s all for the best
Keeps attending the rest
For you fear the man that can save your life
And your bastard child, and your blithering wife
And the petty little people with their petty strife
So have a cough? Have a chair.
For the spider’s there!
And the spider’s sees how to bring them all in line
How to keep them very quiet, how to herd the swine
For the cost of the drop of the cure is dear
How the penny doth flow when it’s death they fear
Now the spider thinks what a glorious game
But it’s not the gold and it’s not the fame
It’s the fear that fools are feeling when they praise his name
For in their prayers, they’ll say, he who gives can take away
And they never ask, not in any last case,
Where this plague came from in the very first place
And the spider smiles with a spider’s grace
For he knows when all humanity for centuries to come envisions God
They will see
The spider’s face