Rusty blood growing old
Sticky fingers sweaty and cold
Dancing and twiddling all the time
Wanting to cut that fine pink line

Defying your mind, saying NO
But your dancing fingers have no where else to go
Dancing and twiddling all the time
Ready to cut that fine pink line

So as you shake, you grab that knife
Still asking yourself, if you want to end that life
Dancing and twiddling all the time
Wanting to cut that fine pink line