Magnetic Knives - Vanna

You have lost yourself

You will never be found

We’ll cut from ear to ear

We will open you up

You have that look upon your face

The cut that razors can trace

Can we cut to the point?

Where have the carving knives gone?

We will leave you underground

Screaming out so loud

You won’t make a sound

Last chance

Last breath

Last word

Let’s have a prayer!

Lost in love

They’ll need more than a shovel to dig you up