Hey there, I think I know you
What was it, you´re condending to do?
That´s rite, manipulate everyone
Around to deem you´re over due

You try to slit wrists
With a dry, blunt block of wood
Upgrade it to a grater and still won´t do no good

C´mon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade
To you. And since we´re here
You might as well cut me too.

Like an acid flashback, it´s all came
Back to me
Slipped to drop a hit of you, one second later
I vomit I od´d... oh yes indeed

You try to slit you wrists
With a dry, blunt block of wood
Upgrade it to a grater and still won´t do no good

C´mon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade
To you. And since we´re here
You might as well kill me too

Miss Suicide, let me get the door for you
Let me love you black and blue
It´s the least that I could do
Miss Suicide show me the way
To go to the floor way down below
It´s just a trifle hunch, that I´ll beat u to the punch