Scissorhands Gone Mad

Hair-cutting and hedge-trimming

Edward does in his living

With his majestic hands of scissors

Forgetting all thy tremors

Alone in his gothic mansion

Lonely and battered with frustration

Missing the bright hues of life

Until he meets this woman he’d love

But fate hinders their way

‘Coz something lurks inside of his brain

Take her, the voice would tell

The monster in him starts to swell

He raises his scissor hands

Points them at Kim’s face all bland

Slices her cheeks in art

‘Till the flesh from her bones tear apart

The melody of deep cuts and incisions

Plays in her skin’s erosion

His woman shivering with the pain

Blood spatters to her body like rain

Now this man with hands of shears

Brings you in flood of tears

For he has felt the unexplainable thrill

When he hears you in painful shrill

Hair-cutting and hedge-trimming

Edward did in his living

But now his deadly hands of scissors

See you in his morbid tale of horrors.