This next song is rumoured to be directed at Billy Corgan of the Smashing Pumpkins (which I wouldn’t doubt because he is a real pompous prick) but who knows for sure. If true then the line “by the way, your poetry sucks” probably is in reference to his poetry book Blinking With Fists. I think you can start to see the diversity in her style by now.

“I Know Where You Sleep”

I know
The sickening thoughts that slither around your head
I know
The gluttonous guilt that buried me in your bed
Manipulate me if you can
Go on and fool me like your biggest fan

I know
The arrogant pride that poisons the truth you hear
I know
The bigoted tongue that tears apart all your fear
Pontificate you faded star
Go on and show them who you really are

You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can fake it on stage
You can crawl from your cage
You can search and destroy
You can kill but depend on it
I know your tainted flesh
I know your filthy soul
I know each trick you played
Whore you laid
Dream you stole
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what you wanted then ruined it all
I know the secrets that you keep
I know where you sleep

I know
The illness behind the image that you create
I know
The tedious need to turn all your love to hate
You poor pathetic paranoid
Is it just me or do you secretly enjoy it?

You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can fake it on stage
You can crawl from your cage
You can search and destroy
You can kill but depend on it
I know your tainted flesh
I know your filthy soul
I know each trick you played
Whore you laid
Dream you stole
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what you wanted then ruined it all
I know the secrets that you keep
I know where you sleep

(Sleep)
(Sleep)
(Sleep)

You play the victim very well
You build your self-indulgent hell
You wanted someone to understand you
Well, be careful what you wish for because I do
You’ve got a fancy turn of pharse
You set your trap
You made your plays
You’re so fond of games
You must never lose
Funny how the only one in your bed is…

You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
Fake
Crawl
Search
Kill!

Oh my god
Oh my god
I touched you
I can never live it down
I can never live it down
God save the queen
I loved you
I can never live it down
I can never live it down
Oh, oh
I fucked you
I can never live it down
I can never live it down
I can ne–ver live it…down

Oh, I know
The sickening thoughts that slither around your head
I know
The gluttonous guilt that buried me in your…bed

You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can fake it on stage
You can crawl from your cage
You can search and destroy
You can kill but depend on it
I know your tainted flesh
I know your filthy soul
I know each trick you played
Whore you laid
Dream you stole

I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what you wanted then ruined it
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what you wanted then ruined it
I know the bed in the room in the wall
In the house where you got what you wanted then ruined it all
I know the secrets that you keep
I know where you sleep

I’m wishing you the best of luck
And by the way
Your poetry sucks (x4)