there is something severely wrong with you and i: we speak in pairs and dream horrifying streaks of passions and rage. like the song, shiny fits of rage, and somewhere else, i want to see your face breaking. i want to break, every day, i am waiting for you to break me, the skin is so thick, it’s stifling, i’m drowning, i cannot move. slice it, peel it, whatever, crack me out of here.