Hey you, my old friend
I have a little gift for you
Let's make these invisible cuts
Because pain is delicious
But visible wounds are for attention whores

Oh, now your head is bleeding
Maybe try losing your head?
That would solve plenty of problems
Like the illness eating your mind
I'd love to be the executioner

You know that I like you
But I want to see you dead
I will sing you this lullaby
And as you lay here broken
I claim your soul as mine