Now that you've fucked me.
I'm going to have to let you go.
I can't take it - the look on your face.
I'm on the fast track because murder incorporates.
I'm on the edge of my bed.
You look through me hovering above.
A crooked smile reveals the inneccessity of me.
I could be anyone.
I'm turning sex to hate because murder incorporates.
I'm turning sex to hate.