You Only See a Mask When I'M Not Wearing One

cut me up, kill me, i love torture and fear it's the s*x that you've scored but you're not good at the core all these boys finally dating senior year 'cause they're desperate as f*ck not to be virgins anymore i'll never say what i wanna say so i'll mess with your head, 'cause you mess with mine i feel your breath, but you can't feel mine all you see is the wall with the pretty wallpaper in the scene of the crime you wonder who did it... How twisted! ...and why the pipes are filled with slime all you see is the gift with the pretty wrapping paper in the field of the mines you wonder what's in it... How bizarre! ...and why you hear a “tick tick” inside all you see is the maroon sparkle in the glass of wine you wonder why, nearby there's a tub of blood... Something's got me! ...and a floating spine