That loathsome spiders' brood a terrifying loathsome joy
swarm up the love blow up extremes the loss amazed the
loss of dreams they terrify terrify terrify the crowd
what the hell does it mean that crawling thing on your
cheek and in those rooms of dark blue light a hidden
chamber a hidden fright trunks filled with spiders and in
the ballroom amidst dancing crowds released insects of

terrible shapes and a common anxiety does dominate the
crowd what the devil now is crawling on your face slicing
your naked cheeks eating your teeth and in the basements'
vaults deep down underground touching your naked skin
there are horny beasts what the devil now is happening in
here it is threatening the crowd