Sure, a broken mirror brings bad luck, but not for me

Fuck that

I'd rather see behind the fallen tree

You, cut the wires like there's no restoring me

Fuck that

The mirror's edge is where I'd rather be

Do you know

Manners make the razor blade scrutinise his edge

To be left behind

Wreck his peace of mind

Fuck

Sure, you don't run with scissors but who's gonna see

Fuck that

The odds will never take a run with me

Is this a repetition of destructive exorcism

Why'd you think I am for hire

Maybe scissors are just liars

Manners make the the razor blade scrutinise his edge

To be left behind

Wreck his peace of mind

Again and again

Again and again

Na Nananana

Nanana na na nana na