I won't be to bed for a long time now, but you could sleep to envy the dead.
Dreams weren't so tempting until you found me, floundering in my own sick head.
Suffocating in dreams that make you sweat, puncture your sleep, wet your sheets.
I am the best of both of us at fucking up the right, it's taking over, a guiless smile.
Oh Baby with your Milky White Teeth, don't you know that I am the one that got is all so hellishly wrong, right from the start?
All the rosaries in the the worlds above my bed won't bring me back from messing with the dead.
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