The Blood Brothers - Time For Tenderness

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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 plastique?
And I wonder where the girl
Who slept beside me has gone
When the faces in the photos
Stare with glass eyed mystique?
Tick, tick, tick, tock
I watch the clock for tenderness