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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 f**k 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
