Time for a story, boys and girls;
This one's real good, you see.
A story about a manic,
But don't worry, you'll find that's me.

One day, one day, I went insane;
So wildly, delightfully mad.
A tick, a tick, within my brain;
That made me manically sad.

There was no way, to numb the pain;
No violence, deciet, or gore.
There was no way, to numb the pain;
And so I do, forever more...

...Cut, cut, my wrists, my wrists;
A little treat for you.
Cut, cut, my wrists, my wrists;
And we'll kiss my life adieu.
Cut, cut, my wrists, my wrists;
A little treat for me.
Cut, cut, my wrists, my wrists;
And I'll be dead, you see...

...Oh!

Teehee, you see, the story turns;
A dark little twist, indeed.
My heart, my soul, my brain, they burn;
So death I would soon need.

A knife, a rope, some pills and such;
My tools of self-deciet.
What happened next? Oh nothing much;
Just years of my relief.

I tried and tried, so hard I tried;
To end my pathetic life.
But neigh, oh neigh, how hard I cried;
The rusty, broken knife.

I failed, I failed, oh why'd I fail?
To take my worthless life.
But in my dreams, I did prevail;
To end this empty strife!

Slice, slice, my wrists, my wrists;
A little treat for you.
Slice, slice, my wrists, my wrists;
And we'll kiss my life adieu.
Slice, slice, my wrists, my wrists;
A little treat for me.
Slice, slice, my wrists, my wrists;
I'll soon be dead, you see...