THE CRY OUT OF A CUTTER

TEARS AFTER TEARS
FEARS AFTER FEARS
I TAKE MY RAZOR, PUSH IT GENTLY ON MY WRIST
TO ADD MORE TIME, I ADD A LITTLE TWIST. IT STINGS IN TIME
BUT I KEEP IN MIND.

JUST A FEW MORE SLIDES BEFORE MY SOUL DIES

CRIMSON TEARS DRIPPING SLOWLY,
MY PAIN DRIFTING FLOWLY

EVERYTHING FEELS SO NICE
IM TURNING COLD AS ICE

BLURRED EYES
NO PAIN INSIDE

I FELL TO THE GROUND
BLOOD ALL AROUND

IT HAPPENED SO FAST
TOO BAD IT DIDN'T LAST