Cutter like butter

Dedicated to my ex girlfriend - rot in hell b***h.

Cutter cutter cutter,

I think you need to die.

 

Sluice! Slippery wrists and all

The sting-ping surrend-her sound

As she let the razor fall

Truce!

 

Cutter cutter cutter,

I think you need to die.

 

It's not

That I hate you

It's not

That you're bad

I€t's just-

 

Just cut-her

Cutter like butter

And let the wine flow.