There is an old tradition, a game that we all can play, starting by getting liquored up and then sharpening your blade, you take a shot of whiskey, you take your knife and pray, then spreads apart your fingers, and this is what you say. Oh, I have all of my fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop, and then if I miss the spaces in between then my fingers will come off, and if I hit my fingers, blood will soon comes off, but all the same I play this game coz' that's what's it's all about. No, you can't use a pencil, cannot use a pen, the only way is with a knife, when the danger is your friend. And some may call it stupid, some may call it dumb. But all the same I play this game coz' it is so damn fun. Oh, I have all of my fingers, the knife goes chop chop chop, and then if I miss the spaces in between then my fingers will come off, and if I hit my fingers, blood will soon comes off, but all the same I play this game coz' that's what's it's all about. Oh, chop chop chop chop chop chop, I'm picking up the speed, and if I hit my fingers then my hand will start to bleed.