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

It was where I was in the first place
It was where I was in the first place