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 analyzed 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