Текст песни Cutsman

(What is that?)
(Fire from the gods.)
(I don't know...)
(Power Glove...)

That little bastard!
With his tricks and vile forms of play.
Hacking, shaving, slicing, mutilating
All that gets before him,
All that gets in his way.

Coming around down the stairs,
Wood cracks beneath my feet,
My hand slips across the rail,
Collecting dust on my finger tips.
And I came into a dark room...
The smell of wet stone of many years...
Then there was a bubonic retard's
Blank empty stare.

It was a
Little android man.
Half the size that I am!!!
Scissors! On his head!
Scissors on his fucking head!!

Little android man
Born without a soul.
Without that force of reason
The scissors took control.
Little android man
Born without a heart.
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He'll cut you apart!

"Here he comes!"
"Bring it down!"
"It's gust a game!"
"Don't look back - he's right behind."
Here's your piece of mind.

Cut. Cut. Cut. Cut.
Cut. Cut. Cut. CUT!
Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!
Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!
Cut! Cut! Cut! Cut!
Cut! Cut! Cut! CUT!

Little android man
Born without a soul.
Without that force of reason
Scissors took control.
Little android man
Born without a heart.
If he's in your vicinity
He'll cut you apart!

...
One! Two! Three! Four!!!

Little android man!
Never! Never! Never trust a
Little android man!
He'll cut, cut, cut, cut!

(Jeez, I love the power glove. It's so bad...)