oh yeah we know it all to well
this is pain. it sears
kind of like a needle.
but of course, a butcher knife
gives us that feeling
Euphoria.
Strange. Its pain.
God made us insane!
But still, that blade
It feels so much warmer then hands
Makes you so much happier then pills
Gives you more relief then a cigarette
On a cold summers day. When the clouds forget to rain
Yeah its strange.
Its pain. The world is consumed
Misery Business, what have we got to loose?
An artery maybe?
Never. We'll never cut so deep.
We'd never want to end it all
Cos on the other side,
God will never let me have my trusty butcher knife
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