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 h**** beasts what the devil now is happening in here it is threatening the crowd