Vanna Magnetic Knives
You have lost yourself
You well never be found
We'll cut from ear to ear
We will open you up
You have that look upon your face
The kind that razor's can trace
Can we cut to the point?
Can we cut to the point?
Where (where) have (have) the carving knives gone?
Where (where) have (have) the carving knives gone?
We will leave you underground
Screaming up so loud, you won't make a sound
We will leave you underground
Screaming up so loud, you won't make a sound
Last chance
Last breath
Last word
Tell them a prayer
Lost in love
Lost in love
Lost in love
Lost in love
They'll need more then a shovel to dig you up.
