When i awoke I lay tied to a foreign bed
Inside a house sown out of human flesh
A palace of skin graft architecture

Oh desolation!

I can't stand to fuck these walls
Desolation!
I can't stand to suck these halls
But how do I sleep when the skin I stroke underneath the sheets is
mannequin platique?
And i wonder where the girl who slept beside me has gone
When the faces in the photos stare with glass eyed mistique

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tock
I watch the clock for tenderness