Velvet Acid Christ

listen to reason
in the back room where i started
from the beginning to the end
what do you want? do you pretend?
right through the fucking mirror
right through the fucking wall
right through the fucking mirror
right through the fucking wall
look into my eyes, i hope you die
crushed into a million pieces
chop you up, and put you in the garbage disposal
and rip your head off
and crush your neck with a fucking ten-inch knife
punch a fucking bullet right through your brain
right into the part of insanity, insanity
right down in the middle of your forehead
with a razor blade on your cheek
to make you pretty, make you bleed
right through the beginning, through the mirror
riding it backwards in the back room