Verse 1:
It's dark out now,
And they all sleep.
So get rid of what,
You shouldn't keep.
Reach under now,
And take it out.
But do be quiet,
And don't dare shout.
You'll do it now,
And have it shed.
It's oh so warm,
And just so red.
It's so fun now,
To let it flood.
It's on the floor,
All your blood.
Chorus:
Cut your wrist,
The flesh is weak.
Cut yourself,
You fucking freak.
You ain't worth shit.
Who cares about you?
So cut yourself,
Don't care what you do.
Verse 2:
You'll do it now,
And have it shed.
It's oh so warm,
And just so red.
It's so fun now,
To let it flood.
It's on the floor,
All your blood.
Chorus:
Cut your wrist,
The flesh is weak.
Cut yourself,
You fucking freak.
You ain't worth shit.
Who cares about you?
So cut yourself,
Don't care what you do.
Bridge:
Cut you.
Cut you.
Cut you.
They all cut you,
One by one.
And you won't scream,
Scream for none.
So cut.
Cut you.
Cut you.
Cut you.
Chorus:
Cut your wrist,
The flesh is weak.
Cut yourself,
You fucking freak.
You ain't worth shit.
Who cares about you?
So cut yourself,
Don't care what you do.
So be a cutter,
And just self-harm.
Don't stop now.
What's the harm?
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