I looked out my window.

I found it raining, raining so hard.

I looked out, out my window.

And I thought, "This is, yes, a beautiful day to die."

What will I kill? Will I die?

Who or what might be dying inside?

It's a beautiful day, a beautiful day,

a beautiful day to die.

What do you do when you want to change?

What do you rearrange?

It's a beautiful day, a beautiful day

to kill that part of you that you dislike.

It's a beautiful day to die.

How do you go about killing things?

Do you first extract them from your head?

Or do you go deep inside your head

to bring them a good day to die?

I like to do a couple of things

when I want to kill some things.

I like to do, yes, many things

when it's a good day to die.

Some of the things they are real simple,

like gather you things, all around.

Know what to cut, and know what to keep,

and keep those shears so sharp.

You need to cut out the bits of you

that serve you no, no more.

Just cut them out and let them die,

and parts of you will die, die, die!

It's a good day to die, a good day to be reborn.

A good day to be, once again, transformed.

A beautiful day, a beautiful day

to die and to live.

So on this day, I will kill something.

On this day, something will kill me.

On this day, my shears will shear away

something gorey bright.

A beautiful day to die.

A beautiful day to die.