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.