The house was full of caves and spirits
Other dimensions tracing and finding their way through the walls
We were pulled into the holes in the walls by nasty hands
That wrapped around us and aroused our deepest desires
I felt the thing leach my soul a sinister tickle
A ghostly electric shock that wound me in
Pulled out of this plane of existence
Into the darkness of some lost place
Where the same desperations of lost souls
Reaches back toward this plane to pull the next victim
Glued into the slow thick and overstretched drift of himself
dragged out for thousands of miles fingers still in the wall
I surfaced from breathless sleep
A whole host of new power
The walls now beating in my temples
The sinister tickle flowing out
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