| Song | Acid Drops |
| Artist | Meanwhile, Back in Communist Russia |
| Album | Indian Ink |
| If I lie here, perfectly still, I can feel myself sinking into the mattress & the sounds from the room below - shattered drumbeats & voice upon voice - exist. | |
| The walls surrounding me grow highter - pressing throbbing folding in on themselves. | |
| As I watch, blue veins coil themselves around. | |
| I lie inside an arch of scarlet moat(?) that pulses a little every time : move. | |
| The sickness rises & I wait for it to pass. |