I'm feeling artistic

I'm drawing lines

My body is my canvas

I'm making marks in time

Feel the coldness

Feel nothing inside

Caress the smoothness and watch it slide

Uh-oh, here I go

Playing with blades

Again and again

Uh-oh, here I go

Playing with blades

Again and again and again and again

No one seems to notice

That I don't seem to care

It's my decision, my own life

And I don't intend to share

It's not a question of sanity

Or reaction to something said

No desire to be analysed

For fascination with red

Uh-oh, here I go

Playing with blades

Again and again

Uh-oh, here I go

Playing with blades

Again and again and again and again

Uh-oh, here I go

Playing with blades

Again and again

Uh-oh, here I go

Playing with blades

Again and again and again

and again and again and again