I Know Where You Sleep

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 away all your fear
 Pontificate you faded star
 Go on and show me who you really are
 You can lie to the papers
 You can hide from the press
 You can fake it on stage
 You can crawl from your cage
 You can search and destroy
 You can kill and depend on it
 (Fake, crawl, search, kill)
 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 you create
 I know
 The tedious need to turn all you 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
 You can crawl from your cage
 You can search and destroy
 You can kill and depend on it
 (Fake, crawl, search, kill)
 I know your tainted flesh
 (You can't hide)
 I know your filthy soul
 (You can't 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 your self-indulgent hell
 You wanted someone to understand you
 Well be careful what you wish for because I do
 You've got a fancy turn of phrase
 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)
 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
 You can run from your cage
 You can 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
 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