Tarantula [Russian translation]

Silently

You creep along the tangent to my tongue

Begone

Your tracks tingle and force me to scratch

Don't look back

Your thatch bends to the shape of my wavelength

Sensation

My nerves detach and burst into climax

My senses collapse

Consciences dispatch

Gone with your touch

Imagination

Misconception

Fabrication

Self-deception

Dissolution

Indigestion

Suppuration

Decomposition

With a crunch

Blue juices ooze out

Your muscles stimulate my taste buds

The flavours amass

My visions start to clash

I've conquered you at last

Sickening molts unwrap

Thought circuits start to lag

Everything leaves me nauseous

But I've conquered you at last

• Artist:Oliver (Vocaloid)