Razor slice
Hell of a show
Two clean cuts
Let it flow
Red, black, maroon and gray
Drain your life
and let it slip away

We found you face up
In the middle of the red
And it seems so dark inside your head
Love your soul
And I Hate your mind
I can’t stand to think
That you’re one of my kind

Bought two box tickets
in the very back row
“Tell me what’s the show?”
Man, watch the show.
It’s a real class act
It’s a fuckin’ bloody ritual
Never gonna meet him there
Suicide theatre
A Suicide theatre
A Suicide theatre!
A Suicide theatre
A Suicide, Suicide!

Slice!
Breath.
Poor man, pour.
On your back (on your back)
Don’t look back (don’t look back)