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