Song | Your Face Is a Rape Scene |
Artist | pg. 99 |
Album | Document #8 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
That whisper, your curling 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 the stars, and you counted the screams. So if you would please just hand me my ticket, I will go and join the ground. It was where I was in the first place. |