"I hold it in my body
Little snakes inside a bottle
Writhing in my frustration

But it hurts so bad
To shed my skin with you watching
You know, you know, you know
It makes me shy
Count to one, two, three
And show my vulnerability
Come on, come on, come on
Say something nice
To me

My body aches to be known
To be expressive in itself
I want to forgivе myself
I want to releasе myself from the pain I have inside
My body wants to be touched in the deepest and darkest places
I want to be loved"

- FKA twigs in "Sticky"
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We couldn’t escape this dream forever,
now death is a reality.
We used to be free,
now we’re immortal,
within our own element.

Try to stop me,
or won’t you dare,
to help a friend in need,
before they are gone for good?

Now tell me:
why do I still pretend,
to know what you want,
that it is me?

Do we swing from our necks,
do we swing from our wrists,
once the chair has been knocked over?
Does it mean anything?

Seek something greater than this,
for me,
for you,
for the end of a world.