Cut, cut, cut
Oh, I cut my face
Cut, cut, cut
I can hurt my friends
And it's not because I'm mad
Or some kind of maniac
I just have no hands
I have blades instead
A fashionable hair-cut
A clipping for your dog
I'll make funny figures
Out of bushes in your yard
Cut, cut, cut
Oh, I cut my face
Cut, cut, cut
I can hurt my friends
Cut, cut, cut
Oh, I cut my face
Cut, cut, cut
I can hurt my friends
Can't hold you, baby
If I only had a chance
To touch your face
Without shedding blood
Don't be suspicious of me
You know all the truth
Keep in your heart
Remembrance of Edward
Cut, cut, cut
Oh, I cut my face
Cut, cut, cut
I can hurt my friends
| 1 | Peter |
| 2 | The Collector |
| 3 | Be Kind, Be Mine |
| 4 | Autumn lips |
| 5 | The Autumn Lips |
| 6 | You Are My Destiny |
| 7 | Forget Him |
| 8 | A Fleeting Passion |
| 9 | Don't Shoot My Girl |