Oh cut-throat world,
What do you know?
Cut my throat,
'Nother one will grow.

So slash my wrists
You'll soon see
The pulse in my veins
Is wrist free.

Why chop my legs!
You won't believe,
I'll still run,
Isn't mine to grieve.

Do what you wish,
Hurt clear of mend.
You know what I am?
A start with no end.