Slasher

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[verse 1] My crooked mind, my crooked ways, every crooked thing about me wants to play. You see me standing here with blood dripping down my skin like it’s therapy, I didn’t want you to see. The madness intertwined, that’s what I’m made of and it’s twisting me, what are you afraid of. Walls of white is where they said I belong, the bellowing laughter in the halls till the crack of dawn. My morbid curiosities break and my little shrine of my twisted mind. They said this place was for me, that I’m out of place, and I belong with the crazy fuckers in this room. [chorus] Let the blood drip down, oh I’m a slasher of my own skin. Let it run down, let it sink in, that no reason won’t stop a blade across my skin! Blooood runs! It sinks in!! Here I go again, ripping at my skin! [verse 2] Do I belong to this world, I feel free, but internally diseased. They fuck me over, play games with my mind, then force shit on me I don’t believe you try and control my mind. I don’t wanna be controlled, I can fend for myself! Bitch you cant corrupt what’s already corrupted! Hahaha! You stab me in the back, you threaten my psych, and then you wanna fight with me when you know I’m right. That I’m not right, that I’m to close, to being admitted like you always wanted and more. So let me go, I’m out of your control, they can break me down, but I’ll give them a show! [chorus] Let the blood drip down, oh I’m a slasher if my own skin! Let it run down, let it sink in, that no reason will stop the blade across my skin! Blood runs, it sinks in! Here I go again, ripping at my skin! Ooooowooooo ooowwwoooooo!! Wait wait wait here we go!… blood!! And more blood! Blade down my skin, again, and again, and again, and again! [verse 3] The medication I take to prevent the urge to cut away and my imperfect skin, no matter how good life is I get the urge to do these things to my skin. You’re lucky it works, the medications sink in, prevent disaster from happening again. I already relapsed before my diagnosis of bipolar urge. You say I seek a traction, but you don’t know, that’s the urges come and go. So I’m finally healing, but I won’t get hopes up that I won’t relapse again. For no reason! It’s a thrill, and enjoyment, and a therapeutical thing, I’d rather cut, than fight the urge, releasing anxiety, and giving in to the mental urge to do it again. [hook] For me it’s healthy, it stops it all, emotional release, or just pure satisfaction and therapy. Yeaaahh!!! Let’s fucking gooo!!! The blood dripping slow!!!! [chorus] Let the blood drip down, oh I’m a slasher of my own skin. Let it run down, let it sink in, that no reason won’t stop a blade across my skin! Blooood runs! It sinks in!! Here I go again, ripping at my skin!