Your Face Is A Rape Scene Testo

that whisper, your lovelycurling razor, mistakenly wound
around my tongue to squeeze
some fucking truth from
that wicked obsession, your obsession,
where i can pass by.
they do that when you're dead.
alive i could count stars,
and you counted screams, so
if you would please just hand
me my ticket, i wll go and
join the ground. it was where i
was in the first place