Horse the Band
Cutsman
That little bastard
With his tricks and vile forms of play
Hacking, shaving, slicing, mutilating
All that gets before him or that gets in his way

Coming around down the stairs
The wood cracked beneath my feet
My hand slid across the rail
Collecting dust on my fingertips

Then I came into a dark room
That smelled of wet stone and many years
And there was a robotic retard
With a 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
If he's in your vicinity he'll cut you apart
Here he comes
There's no time
It's just a game
Don't look back he's right behind
And here's your piece of mind

Cut! Cut! Cut Cut!

Little android man
Born without a soul
Without the voice of reason the scissors took control

Little android man
Born without a heart
In his vicinity he'll cut you apart

Robotic retard
He counts his fingers
One, two, three, four

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