I'm feeling artistic I'm drawing lines My body is my canvas I'm making marks in time Feel the coldness Feel nothing inside Caress the smoothness and watch it slide
Uh-oh, here I go Playing with blades Again and again Uh-oh, here I go Playing with blades Again and again and again and again
No one seems to notice That I don't seem to care It's my decision, my own life And I don't intend to share It's not a question of sanity Or reaction to something said No desire to be analysed For fascination with red
Uh-oh, here I go Playing with blades Again and again Uh-oh, here I go Playing with blades Again and again and again and again
Uh-oh, here I go Playing with blades Again and again Uh-oh, here I go Playing with blades Again and again and again and again and again and again