`  Sometimes I feel like I'm drifting in space. I think my heart-soul is falling from grace. Therapy has taken me to a better place. So why do I feel Why do I feel Why do I feel like I've been raped in the face?  Maybe it's buried emotions. Maybe the wrong medication. I simply go through the motions. They say I need a vacation.  I really do feel like a sexual victim with dark memories Of a rigid dictum.  This means ``I love you,`` he murmured. ``This will be our little secret. You'll wind up horribly murdered, If you should dare not to keep it.``  I know the topic of rape isn't nice. Don't bring it up when you're breaking the ice. Is that why you're so quick to decline To hear this oral fixation of mine?  Why, it spins like a wheel While I make this appeal. If I'm lost then I'll squeal. It's a pretty raw deal When they force you to kneel. Holy **** it's so real! When you've really been Raped in the face.`