I've seen you sitting in your bed, in your brown gown of dead flowers. And inside your room, in its corners where spiders crawl, and a sour dream centipede slips under your mattress until its time. Oh, oh, gimme that back. I want my back, back. Oh, your beauty. Let it rot, let it rot. Let it fucking rot. Lie down now if you please, darling, so I can do our world a service. Dream, dream, and dream.
She looks right down through me, I can make out her shape. Her silhouette's false, legs crossed, eyes black, spilling on me.


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    General Commentits "let it rot" not not. but great song
    Bornin68on March 09, 2005   Link
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    General Commentanyone know what is being kinda sung/said/whatever in that riff around 1:37 or so...?
    monticelloon January 14, 2006   Link
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    General Commentshe looks down through me, i can make out her shape. silhouettes dissolve, legs crossed. eyes black, spilling on me. that's what i make out at least?
    brettammonon March 23, 2006   Link
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    General CommentFrom 1:37 on is:
    "She looks right down through me, I can make out her shape. Her silhouette's false, legs crossed, eyes black, spilling on me."
    Lanimilbuson August 30, 2007   Link

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