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