Pg 99 - The Hollowed Out Chest Of A Dead Horse lyrics

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