Lyrics:

Let the storm do the talking
Let the storm do the talking
Well, if I dress as a woman and she does the killing
Looks like I'll be clean as a bride
I'll get her to do the murderin', looks like I'll be walkin'
With my knife and bible by my side
I'm a spirit in a husk from all those heinous acts
It smells like rotting meat in here
I've never been one for the blues, the color red is what I choose
And all the pretty pretty shades of pain
My little blade
Broken mirror's fate
You're the poison that's a killin' me
My little blade
Broken mirror's fate
I got a feeling this will end real badly
Lookin' through slithers of the mirror, self-harm, and the glamour
I'm as dainty as a lady pullin' teeth
Your skin is disappearin', stop squealin' all your fearin's
I got you bleedin' like a thief
(Sweet piglet) you got me purgin', my moralities are a burnin'
You reflect an image of the truth (praise his name)
Chariot with a machete, now come on home to daddy
I am empty and now I'm going to empty you
My little blade
Broken mirror's fate
You're the poison that's a killin' me
My little blade
Broken mirror's fate
I got a feeling this will end real badly
My little blade

Nothing can kill you if you're already dead
Nothing can kill you if you're already dead
Nothing can kill you if you're already dead
Nothing can kill you if you're already dead
Nothing can kill you if you're already dead
Nothing can kill you if you're already dead
Nothing can kill you if you're already dead
Nothing can kill you if you're already dead
My little blade
Broken mirror's fate
You're the poison that's a killin' me
My little blade
Broken mirror's fate
I got a feeling this will end real badly
My little blade
Broken mirror's fate
You're the poison that's a killin' me
My little blade
Broken mirror's fate
I got a feeling this will end real badly
My little blade