This round caught the boiling points   Severed hands, dismembered body parts   I'll face the answer when I corner age thirteen   Flowers to remember the dead   I'll taste you to stain all of us to bury my hands   I'll scream from the top of the world   And hope you'll hear me      Leave me sour, leave me sour fulfilled    (Stiff aroused)   Leave me sour, leave me sour fulfilled   (Stiff aroused)      Farewell Nikki…   Farewell Nikki…   Farewell Nikki…   Farewell Nikki…   Farewell Nikki…   Farewell Nikki…   Farewell Nikki…   Farewell Nikki…      Could have sworn that you’d run   A beautiful girl   Whose smiles could cut me   Could have sworn that you’d fall   A beautiful girl   Whose smiles could cut me      Shabutie, Shabutie, Shabutie   Yeah well I’m a disciple      Shabutie, Shabutie, Shabutie   Yeah well I’m a disciple      Could have sworn that you’d fall   A beautiful girl   Whose smiles could cut me   Could have sworn that you’d fall   A beautiful girl   Whose smiles could cut me      Shabutie, Shabutie, Shabutie   Yeah well I’m a disciple      Shabutie, Shabutie, Shabutie   Yeah well I’m a disciple