Helen Behind the Door

I must have been asleep
Then awakened by a silver light
Which was reflected
From the blade of an unfriendly knife
Slowly the opening begins to close
And I see her there in a puppet-like pose

Haunting, she has been stalking me
With that yellow stare of her simplicity
The boxer's grin with the smell of peat
Reeling and she's feeling that she must complete

Behind the door I'm seeing Helen
Helen behind the door
She's wanting more because she thinks I'm heaven
Helen behind the door

Dawn of the dead, her zombied gait
A woman's embrace, yet hell awaits
A countenance full of loving hate
The wedding day, joining knife and mate

Caressing the air with playful glee
And that eerie yellow stare of her simplicity
All the while she's been careening to me
This deadly, shapely enemy

Behind the door I'm seeing Helen
Helen behind the door
She's wanting more because she thinks I'm heaven
Helen behind the door

A defective machine (psycho psycho)
'Cause her brain's not whole (might be retarded)
Follows routine (rain man)
Any changes take their toll (payin' when it started)
Enjoying the obscene (animal animal)
She acts on instinct
And I'm caught (o God, o God)
I'm caught in between

How'd she get into my room?
And why can't I a muscle move?
Who will find the spattered scene?
Who will even think it was the beauty serene?

Behind the door I'm seeing Helen
Helen behind the door
She's wanting more because she thinks I'm heaven
Helen behind the door

The knife sinks deep into my chest
The knife sinks deep into my chest
The knife sinks deep into my chest
The knife sinks deep into my chest