Something wrong
Will molest you in drug stupor
On onslaught, constant and dry
Web of oldness makes creaking timbrel sounds
Beneath the gra**, beyond the sky
Teasing dirty furry abominations
Will lick you awake and eat your weight
Before and after the words
Get down, put your arms under your body
The oldness I dreamt
That I was aloft on beating wing
A sound unlike any bird's
Out of the corner of my eye
I saw a great bat's wing, oh, the oldness