Poison Idea - Romantic Self-destruction lyrics

Pierce my skin, tear my flesh Tell me that I feel the best Behold that it comes so quick Razor rites give me a kick It's not called fate, guilt copulate Not inane, dig the pain First I pick up the phone Security calls, no one's home Then I pick up the gun Security calls, just for fun I've got those S.D. blues Got nothing to lose but all I choose.