The itch at my back needs a different hand to scratch it
Bold, masculine
Clean, black
That’s the way I like it
Hairy at the back of his palm
A week old grown manicure
That’s the kind of hand my itch prefers
I want to be free
Free from this itch
I want to be free
Free from this hurt
I want to have peace
Scratch me… Oh scratch me
And put my itch at ease
The itch at my back is my crime
Come let’s dance to a tune to kill it
No, it wont be murder
We will only kill for peace
Kill this itch and make me free
I want to be free
Free from the shadows I see in me
Free from the pain that entangles me
Make me free
Ease my itch
Make me free
Kill my itch… kill me
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