I slashed my wrists a little too deep last time,
And my puppet hands clattered to the ground,
Now I can't even numb the pain with a blade.
I chopped my head off with a swinging axe,
It went rolling down the alley...strike!
Ten kids fall over as they run away screaming.
Why do I torture myself with such methods?
I'm addicted to the blood and guts pouring out,
Leaking genius in a way that stains the carpet.
I killed myself last night using only one bullet,
Just to show you the hole in my head.