The Doctor Will See You Now
One cut, two cut, three cut, four,
Each cut deeper than before.
The knife dances on your skin,
Leaving footprints where it's been.
Five cut, six cut, seven, eight,
You flirt with death, your true soul mate.
With finesse avoiding the veins,
Clearly proving that I'm sane,
Nine cut, ten cut, that's the end,
For with that cut, your neck I rend.
Your life I silence forevermore.
A corpse unable to find it's cure.
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