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 away all your fear

Pontificate you faded star

Go on and show me who you really are



You can lie to the papers

You can hide from the press

You can fake it on stage

You can crawl from your cage

You can 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 you create

I know

The tedious need to turn all you 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

You can crawl from your cage

You can search and destroy

You can kill and depend on it

(Fake, crawl, search, kill)

I know your tainted flesh

(You can't hide)

I know your filthy soul

(You can't 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)

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 love 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

You can run from your cage

You can 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

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