Dedicated to YOU - hidden in a room full of mirrors Lookin' at them just before goin' out at night.......... Your father's dying - you're parasitizing in his new house Fattening on his incomes Sleeping half a day like a vermin in a cesspool Faster, faster... please pass out ... expire .... A dance of mellow tears: Outwardly tragic - inwardly cold and calculating Born of an error, born to redeem a vicious sensation of guilt By charming and living of the others OUT OF TIME, OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF ANYTHING SHE WOULD NOT LIKE A POISONED FIX DRAINING ALL YER HOPES A FEMALE VULTURE TO DEVOUR ALL THE HAVINGS YOU'LL AFFORD Her definitive aim / is to take more + more / To retire him in a slave's shell / Bending feelings under sword.... / TIME OF THE VULTURES! TIME OF THE VULTURES!