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