I've seen you 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, my back back, back Oh, your beauty, let it rot, let your fucking beauty rot Let it 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