Every man has a key. That one thing that melts him to the core and once I find that, there's no escaping the chaos I can create deep inside you. Yours is sat perfectly between my fingers, that cork cigarette sends you 'spiralling'- knowing this means I can enter your mind whenever I like. Each time I do I stain it more and more with remnants of me. I can't go anywhere without leaving a mark. .

Every man has a key. That one thing that melts him to the core and once I find that, there's no escaping the chaos I can create deep inside you. Yours is sat perfectly between my fingers, that cork cigarette sends you 'spiralling'- knowing this means I can enter your mind whenever I like. Each time I do I stain it more and more with remnants of me. I can't go anywhere without leaving a mark. .