Slice and twist, disfigure the wrist
Use pain to erase pain, it’s all a game
Don’t struggle through, you can cut this out of you
Bleed to cry, feel the sudden high
Press and tear, red beauty’s rare
Mutilate the skin, in the end you win
Don’t sit and quiver, start the red river
Watch the blood drip, tighten your grip
Press down harder, slice in farther
Lines on the wrist, twisted forms of bliss
A different way of release, pain being ceased
Don’t struggle through, you can cut this out of you