I know, the sickening
thoughts that slither around your head
I know, the gluttonous guilt that
buried me in your bed
Manipulate me if you can,
go on and fool me like your
biggest fan

I know, the arrogant pride that
poisons the truth you hear
I know, the bigoted tongue that
tears apart all your fears
Pontificate, you faded star,
go on and show them who you
really are

You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can fake it on stage
Crawl from your cage
Search and destroy
You can kill and depend on it
I know your tainted flesh
I know your filthy soul
I know each trick you played
Whore you laid
Dream you stole
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got
what you wanted and ruined it all
I know the secrets that you keep
I know where you sleep

I know, the illness behind the
image that you create
I know, the tedious need to turn
all your love into hate
You poor pathetic paranoid,
is it just me or do you
secretly enjoy it?

You can lie to the papers
(You can lie)
You can hide from the press
(You can hide)
You can fake it on stage (Fake)
Crawl from your cage (Crawl)
Search and destroy (Search)
You can kill and depend on it (Kill)
I know your tainted flesh
(You can hide)
I know your filthy soul
(You can hide)
I know each trick you played
(You can fake it if you try)
Whore you laid
Dream you stole
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got
what you wanted and ruined it all
I know the secrets that you keep
I know where you sleep

Sleep, Sleep, Sleep

You play the victim very well
You build yourself indulgent hell
You wanted someone to understand you
Well be careful what you
wish for because I do
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You set your trap
You made your plays
you're so fond of games
You must never lose
Funny how the only one in your bed is you

You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
(Fake, crawl, search, kill)
You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
Fake, crawl, search, kill

Oh my god, Oh my god
I touched you
I can never live it down
I can never live it down
God save the queen
I loved you
I can never live it down
I can never live it down
Oh, oh, I fucked you
I can never live it down
I can never live it down
I can never live it down

I know the sickening thoughts that
slither around your head
I know the gluttonous guilt
that buried me in your -
shh! - bed

You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can fake it on stage
Crawl from your cage
Search and destroy
You can kill and depend on it
I know your tainted flesh
I know your filthy soul
I know each trick you played
Whore you laid
Dream you stole
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what
you wanted and ruined it
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what
you wanted and ruined it
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got
what you wanted and ruined it all
I know the secrets that you keep
I know where you sleep

I'm wishing you the best of
luck and by the way
(Your poetry sucks)
I'm wishing you the best of
luck and by the way
(Your poetry sucks)
I'm wishing you the best of
luck and by the way
(Your poetry sucks)
I'm wishing you the best of
luck and by the way