Texty: Clit 45. Self-Hate Crimes. Can't Stop The Bleeding.

Slash your wrist, pump your fist, cause it's all the same to us
Seen all hopesand your dreams crumble and combust
Tonight's the night, let's bust the gauge
dance with death on a pale stage
Novocaine this pain pumping through our veins

cut me cut slice slice kill i'm a used rolled dollar bill
(at the end of my rope)
cut me cut stab right through and i'm spilt all over you
i'm so sick my sanity is lost and i just want it to stop

silent sex, fucking in the night
can't see what you're doing, it feels right
losing battle in a one man knife fight
cut the noose and let me drop
cause i'm hanging from the ceiling torn apart at the seams
end it all with a match and a can of gasoline

cut me cut slice slice kill i'm a used rolled dollar bill
(at the end of my rope)
cut me cut stab right through and i'm spilt all over you
dying inside from these holes i've caused and i just want them to clot

Can't stop the Bleeding...no you won't