Time For Tenderness - The Blood Brothers

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