Come on baby do for me take this razor
Slit the throat of all your enemies
1 2 3 4 slit marks upon their throats
Come on don't stop there do some more
4 5 6 7 push a little harder
Now stand back and look at the masterpiece you've created
Look a little closer that wasn't their throats that was your arm
Blood trickling down while your falling unconscious
Do you feel any better
Now your enemy's are gone
Because you are done
Don't worry you won't be forgotten
There will be sad faces all over
Everyone wondering what was wrong with her she was amazing
But depression took over and made everyone your enemy
But the true enemy was yourself
And ...... The razor
