Lyrics:

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