I Want to Call the Suicide Hotline and Have Phone Sex by PlasticBag FaceMask Lyrics

JACOB: Restraints, I'm limbless, they're lucky this time
But a kiss, I'll spit
You're welcome my dear, take care
Take care!

PATRICK: Pieces of pieces of pieces left behind. The fire has engulfed us. We're stuck! We're stuck! There is no safety in these numbers

J: Would you like to stay in my cloud sometime?
You did one hell of a job!
Keep screaming! I love it!

P: He's always right behind you. He's always thinking mean. Creep upon the victim. Leave no trace behind

J: God, you're mine
Going home, I'm still with you
See your husband? It's just me
You're all I think of
I'm all you think of