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 f** these walls
Desolation!
I can't stand to s** these halls
But how do I sleep when the skin
I stroke underneath
The sheets is mannequin plastique?
And I wonder where the girl
Who slept beside me has gone
When the faces in the photos
Stare with gla** eyed mystique?
Tick, tick, tick, tock
I watch the clock for tenderness