Oh, I have all my fingers
The knife goes chop, chop, chop
Though I don't mind if I miss
'Cause that stuff gets me off
And if I hit my fingers
The blood will soon come out
Then I'll write a poem with my blood 'til I pass out
Oh, chop, chop, chop, chop, chop
I'm picking up the speed
'Cause if I do this really fast
Then you might notice me
Hey, viewer, look at me
I won't give this a rest
Say you'll love me, you'll be mine
I'll stab this in my chest
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