That whisper
Your curling, curling razor
Mistakenly wounded around my tongue to squeeze
That wicked obsession, 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