“Why so blue? / You know I'll be true / And now, I'll make slivers out of you.”

“So good to see you again / My truest friend / But now your life must end.”

“What a fine day / To come here and say / That your face and flesh, I must flay.”

“What a treat / To come here and meet / Your face as it hits concrete!”

“I've found my guitar / Now reach for the stars / As I plunge it through your heart!”