I need a song now, but there is no sound. Give me that sound.Now.I have a mouth, and I want to sing like a face that is split open.I want to sing like a continuous echo of splitting hymens.I have a mouth, and it opens. It continues to open.It is still opening. A new shell, a mouth, opens inside my mouth.One takes over and splits the face open.From the news, a new face appears.Another news, a mouth, opens inside the other again.I don't need any more hate.Give me that sound.
