Tme For Tenderness
by The Blood Brothers · from This Adultery Is Ripe
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 woder where the girl who slept beside me has gone. When the faces in the photos stare with glass eyes mystique...Tick, tick, tick, tock I watch the clock for tenderness.