My Pulse to Ponder

Well not since I was four has it been safe
The rising line was curved and hard to chase
I found a blade and sharpened it way close
So it glistened in the moon when I cut your throat
I cut your throat!
I cut your throat!
You stayed away
You
You stayed away
And all the batshits through the history look up
You know box is never full enough
I chopped into a
They should do I cut your throat
I cut your throat!
I cut your throat!
I cut your throat!