I'd let you hold these razors of mine
Long and sharp, I'd let you cut yourself
Thick blood running in stripes down your arm
I know you would never bleed for me
Bleed for me
You speak plenty with a sigh
I'll candid scent spread all throughout
Aroma of indifference and some violent desire
I know you would never bleed for me
Bleed for me, no

Flames boiling up in a rotting gut
Nausea-embedded seduction play
There are certain things that should be kept locked up
Hatred that makes me sick

Overwhelming, to my knees in stuff

The senses fit me superbly
This day has gone on forever
Tremble for the sight
Hair in the sink, water diluted with blood

Stench of sirens has entered the walls
This old place is nothing to speak of
Rusty razors sorted by names
Handful of strangers that once were here