13 August 2012
The spider is coming to get you
Run
Run
While you still can
Sit up high
Touch the sky
And don't let it touch you
But then your dog spots it
He chases it to the death
And it runs under your chair
You scream like there's nothing left
That bloody dog you say out loud
He scared you senseless
Luckily there is no crowd
Luckily no one there to laugh at you
Spider • Opuss № I