See the faces at the window Why don't they go away In a room that moves like liquid There is nothing to see To the floor I drop a pencil And watch as it decays And the last I see of the red HB Is the rubber Crawl Iike fIies Roll inside My stomach turns, my head it burns Time to die And the carpet breathes like mother As she gently slipped away In a room just like the one I'm in That slowly decays. And I'm caught up in the corner On the threadbare black settee That the vipers try to climb on When I'm looking away. Slip and slide Roll inside My fingers twitch, my voice will hitch Time to cry In this room Very soon I will leave my isle on the sea of bile time to die.