You have lost yourself
You will never be found
We'll cut from ear to ear
We will open you up

You have that look upon your face
The cut that razors can trace
Can we cut to the point?
Can we cut to the point?

Where have the carving knives gone?!
Where have the carving knives gone?!

We will leave you underground
Screaming out so loud
You won't make a sound

We will leave you underground
Screaming out so loud
You won't make a sound

Last chance
Last breath
Last word
(?) 

Lost in love
Lost in love
Last in love
Last in love

They'll need more than a shovel to dig you up