• Rusty little cutter
    Fell down the hill
    Clumsily getting up

    Rusty little cutter
    Musically humming, strolling down the hills unwinding
    No care in sight

    Happy smiles inward
    As red pops out again
    With the tragedy laughing with you

    Fitting in the pocket
    Hiding in the loft
    Useful and smiling
    Tricking paper against rock
    Quietly sneaking between the fued
    Assaulting both the eldar rock
    And paper white, bipolar to its shape

    Rotten little cutter
    Machete nor knife
    Would be fool
    To stand in your way

    Able small cutter
    With your bloody mary nicknames
    Sending each and every to pockets of fire
    Guiltless for karma never gets the better
    Of penance and fallen moral

    Free little razor
    Took away these stains
    So the earth can sleep another day
    Without her fret
    Of the cretinous beings that threat

    Rusty equalizer shank
    Visiting the towns
    Searching for work
    Among the crowd which grows a horror drawn face
    Pretending its just another day
    Where the sun rises to fall without the normality interrupted

    Rusty little cutter
    Putting predators to shame
    Simple little tool
    Each step, the death fumes follow
    Smiling at the sun
    And happy with its work