In a disaster story
central conflict of primal rage
Usual sort of desperation
Characters remain the same

Never cut you out,
I cut you in!

Feeding on life leftovers
I am writing to you
You should realize
It hurts in me, too

Walk on broken glass
Is the pain the same at the end?
All the elements in [bad word] Make our [bad word] infinite

Never cut you out,
I cut you in!

Feeding on life leftovers
I am writing to you
You should realize
It hurts in me, too

All the elements in [bad word] Make our [bad word] infinite

Never cut you out,
I cut you in!

Feeding on life leftovers
I am writing to you
You should realize
It hurts in me, too (To cut you in)

Feeding on life leftovers
I am writing to you
You should realize
It hurts as I cut you in