Digits

You, passionless...little mess 
I must confess, I caused your death 
Save the world, kill yourself 
do it myself 

Tie a noose, masturbate 
Pissing cum you say goodbye 
But I am afraid 
you'll be back...breaking us 

It ends, quite nice 
Anger 
Violence 
Sex 
Coming, with each slice 
Anger 
Violence 
Sex 

Blades spinning, for your 
sinning 
Come and blood stains 
on the bed 
Cut you with a knife until 
you are surely dead