All I can see is what I've fried
And all the world in your black eye.

 [bad word] in circles all the time
I'll gather up all that is mine,
Into the room inside my head,
The walls are black, the roof is red.

And fiery like a volcano
I wear it like a massive halo
This pretty speckled length of twine
That's wrapped around your neck is mine.
 [bad word] rose, stiffed and froze is what I give to you

 [bad word] in circles all the time
I'll gather up all that is mine,
Into the room inside my head,
The walls are black, the roof is red.

If I could taste your salty head,
And pick the dead hair from your eyes,
Let your smell the sweet despise,
Those peaks and throughs, guts for a valley,
Are a dead sean in my back alley,
How tall and wide you have to get,
How big and dark and badly lit,
And if I said I did, would you believe me,
And I showed you gold, would you see through me
And if tomorrow [bad word] 
Would you?

 [bad word] in circles all the time
I'll gather up all that is mine,
Into the room inside my head,
The walls are black, the roof is red.

 [bad word] in circles all the time
I'll gather up all that is mine,
Into the room inside my head,
The walls are black, the roof is red.

 [bad word] in circles all the time
I'll gather up all that is mine,
Into the room inside my head...