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 MY RED ROOM MY RED TOMB