oh my god, oh my god, i feel it griding against my bones, the past is stirring behind my pale winter flesh and i can't stop it, i'm still that little whore who would cry in the library alone, who would cry when she heard to trixie and reptile, thanks for everything, who would cry when she was stripped skinless for the world to see, oh my fucking god, i'm falling to fucking pieces, and i cannot do this again, i'm trapped, i'm trapped, i can't cut the strings because i'm in too deep, because i fucking lied, i'm lying to fucking everyone, and the strings are all crossed, and oh my god, i can't cut them or we'll all fall down, down, oh my fuckin