In her sleeping years deeply slung within a hammock made of skin
She opened her caverns to the hunger of the lost and their kin
They fed on her vanity and soon they both became content
Men cut holes in her body but she was so confident
With your eyes and sorcery come beauty number 3
Can't you see the tragedy as your dream begins to leave
While a traveller began to gore upon her she looked deep into the ground
And momentary floods of thought unstyled and mystified rained down
On to her pretty head and she began to feel afraid
And when she woke she found her beauty had decayed
And no one goes close to her den they wait for the moment when
She is dreaming of her men in case she accuses them
She mourns the existence of time
Though she's empty all she feels is tense
And so she passes her time
Dreaming for the strength of children
With your beauty you deceived come simple no. 3
Can't you see the tragedy as you lose your only dream
I loved you for yourself I never needed anything else
Oh beauty no. 3
She could be anything you wanted her to be (x3)
Beautiful blank, beauty no. 3

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