Dancing and taunting me
With evil grins under oak trees and pines
Calling unto me to finish the war
Show no mercy to these wrist
Show no mercy to these intestines
As razor blades and bottles
Disposed of quite quickly
One cut two cut
Three bottle four
All gone
I'm drunk
I'm bleeding
Oh well
Maybe tomorrow will never come
Kiss the sun for me
Say goodnight to the moon
For the later nights of the distant future
The shadows of the night
Beg me to join them
To fill and quench their thirst
With rivers of blood
Underneath this moons
Vacant shadow arrayed light
I'm sorry but I must finish what I started
This war will have to come to an end
And with five cut six cut
Seven bottle eight bottle
It is over...