this song is stuck in my head. so i thought, let's share.

small, simple, safe price, rise the wake and carry me with the my regrets.
this is not a little scar that dries and scabs and flakes and heals.
and i'm not afraid to die, i'm not afraid bleed and fuck and fight.
i want to pain of payment,
what's left but a section of pigmy sizes cuts,
much the sloo of a thousands unwanted fucks
whould you be my little cut?
would you be my thousands fucks?
and let leave mark for the guilt to be liquid,
to spill and fill over and under my thoughts
my sad, sorry
cries out to the cutter.
love is not like anything especially a fucking knife.

honestly i feel like i left something out, cannot honestly remember the whole song, but this beginning part keeps coming back to me.
so if anyone actually cares, could you tell if it's right.