Is it a new sweater, or your old one just turned to red?
Are you menstruating right now, or your future child is now born dead?
Can I practice for an hour, my favorite hobby on your head?
I just need your scalp, and one of your eyes in my hand
I can call by the look in your eyes
You like it bleeding dirty, ending in a crowd of dead bodies
And I can read it from the blood in your hands
The good old call of the kitchen knife
Of the kitchen knife
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I yearn to hear children suffocating
Aims for head all missed, just go for the kid
"Excuse me miss, can't you keep your child quiet?
I won't be able to cut out his tongue
If he keeps on moving like a mad-man"
I know it isn't right, I know I hurt people
But I cannot resist, the good old call
I know it isn't right, I know I hurt people
But no-one can resist, the good old call
Of a kitchen knife
Of the kitchen knife
I can tell by the look in your eyes
You like it bleeding, dirty, ending in a crowd of dead bodies
And I can read it from the blood in your hands
The good old call of the kitchen knife
Of the kitchen knife
Of the kitchen knife
Of the kitchen knife
Of the kitchen knife
Of the kitchen knife
Of the kitchen knife
Of the kitchen-