Pageninetynine
Текст песни Your Face Is A Rape Scene

That whisper,
Your lovely 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 stars,
And you counted 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