Hey there, I think I know you.
What was it, you're condending to do?
That's right, manipulate everyone
You try to slit wrists
With a dry, blunt block of wood
Upgrade it to a grater and still won't do no good
C'mon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade
To you. And since we're here
You might as well cut me too.
Like an acid flashback, it's all came
Back to me
Slipped to drop a hit of you, one second later
I vomit I od'd... oh yes indeed
You try to slit you wrists
With a dry, blunt block of wood
Upgrade it to a grater and still won't do no good
C'mon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade
To you. And since we're here
You might as well kill me too
Miis Suicide, let me get the door for you
Let me love you black and blue
It's the least that I could do
Miss Suicide show me the way to go the floor way down below
It's just a trifle hunch, that I'll beat you to the punch |
