ATOP MY TOWER: CELL OF CINDER THESE COLD STUCCO FINGERS LINGER
HERE IN MY RED ROOM AN ENTERTAINMENT TOMB HERE IN MY RED ROOM AN ENTERTAINMENT TOMB MY RED ROOM BROKEN FIBERS CUT MY SKIN IN THE TWELK THEY DROVE ME IN ATOP MY TOWER, MOLD GROWN; SHUT-IN GLOOM INSIDE THE SIX BOX CINDER BLISTER, YOUR TASTE LINGERS
HERE IN MY RED ROOM AN ENTERTAINMENT TOMB HERE IN MY RED ROOM AN ENTERTAINMENT TOMB MY RED ROOM