It's time for bed It's time for bed but I'm still in my head My head, my head A spotted dragon screams under my eyelids It nestles in my bed I wrestle in my head My sheets are all on fire I'm stompin' on the flames up on my bed My bed, I wrestle in my head Thoughts are molten lead I wrestle in my head She calls me up I melt inside her voice is spreading wings She sings, I remember everything I dream I am small I'm running through the darkness in her chest With a torch, I'm running past her ribs I'm running past her ribs I meet a pallid Christ He's made of rotting flesh His body clings, he stinks He stinks I feel compassion for his stink I feel a reverence for his gifts But my heart begins to sink