She made it to her bed tonight She'll lie here till there's nothing left She dreams of no one good anymore But she will stay just where she is Locked behind the iron
Though her carrion dreams
can't get her far enough from day
But she still looks you dead in the eye
Even when she's too scared to pray
No sound or stirring
Just the corners of her mind
Curled up and purring
Her words bleeding through
Her worlds beating black and blue
Monstrous, twisted and lost to you
Never again will she leave this bed
She knows they're out there waiting
for her screaming head.
Smothered in the stench
Tonight, she will not wander
She mustn't stray an inch.