CleanDrink the rain of my eyesConsume my intoxicated tearsAs they softly testifyTo the grave I'm slipping in.Their sweetly salty liquorWill not satisfyBut you can have anythingIf it makes you feel clean.Smash my soiled face In a thousand hateful piecesOr crush my hopeUnder your heel.Destroy me from the inside,If it makes you clean.Smear you smirking lipsWith my victim bloodI'm yours until you're sated; Until you feel clean.