What the devil

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