I've seen you
Sitting in your bed in your brown gown of dead flowers
And inside your room, in its corners where spiders crawl
And a sour dream centipede slips under your mattress
Until it's time oh, gimme that back, I want my back, back
Oh, your beauty, let it rot, let your f**ing beauty rot
She looks right through me, I can make out her shape
Her silhouette's false, her legs crossed
Eyes black, spilling on me
Lie down now if you please, darling, so I can do our world a service. Dream, dream, and dream