snip snip
snip snip
oh my scissors sing with joy
while it continues to cut
this body of yours
as precious as life itself
a pleasure for me as well
stab stab
stab stab
oh the blood from the edge of my scissors
cutting you like a sheet of paper
killing you like there's no tomorrow
now the fun is over, what should i do ?
I think you now the answer
now you better hide