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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
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
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
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
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
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
Lyrics submitted by Sparkle_motion
I Know Where You Sleep Lyrics as written by Emilie Autumn
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
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