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.