My rose bud love
Is yet to bloom
In the light of hope
From the midnight moon

From the Valley of the Dead
She cries out to be fed
Why does she hunger so
Only an addict could ever know...

I come into the room,
you are looking down at me,
watching me undress,
that's all you want to see.

I cannot even step away,
you follow and you touch,
I feel you cold against me,
I hate you so **** much.

No matter how I move,
you are there against my skin,
I push but you come back,
you never let me win.

The trouble is I need you,
of that fact I am certain,
to keep my floor from getting wet,
you stupid shower curtain.