I stammered, I cried And I rang out I stained my lips with wine In the madhouse Visiting hours ended And I felt just fine Glittering glammed It happened again Strutting on the street Someone called me Far too thin Suggested that I eat Nothing if not at all Nothing if not at all Nothing if not at all Nothing if not at all Nothing if not put to the test Similar but different from the rest Tear down the monuments Stricken with too much confidence There are tools with which to dig Into the minds of strange men One for fear One for sex One for love One for death Sweet dreams Drifting, seeing things Dirt rests, I guess Just like me What the hell Have you unearthed? Something ancient Something cursed