Lyrics:
At the doorstep, it hung verticalNo one noticedCold like iciclesThen a tall man cut down the string and set it freeHe cut another down and set it freeHe cut another downHe cut so hard, he screamedIn the closet picking clothes for meNothing pink, thoughIt won't fit the themeThen a pale man looked sad and had them close my eyesHe cut another down, and it was meHe cut another downHunger, it beats you to the lineIts teeth are chatteringThat little beat skips out of timeSo simple and coldHe cut another down, and it was meHe cut another down