[Intro]
Splinters!
[Verse]
Right in his nails, always bleeding
Plywood turns to red, he is drained
It's never enough, the clock ticks on every hour
Filthy clothes, cuts the wood in doubt
[Chorus]
Woah-oh, stripe it down
Woah-oh, let it out
[Post-Chorus]
Cut the wood, serve them well
Cut the wood, make him bleed
Cut the wood, wishes he were free
[Chorus]
Woah-oh, stripe it down
Woah-oh, cut it out
Oh!