"What is that?"
"I don't know."
"The Power Golve."

That little bastard
With his tricks and vile forms of play
Hacking, shaving, slicing, mutilating
All that gets before him or that gets in his way

Coming around and down the stairs
The wood cracked beneath my feet
My hand slid across the rail
Collecting dust on my fingertips
Then I came into a dark room
That smelled of wet stone and many years
And there was a robotic retard
With a blank empty stare

It was a little android man
Half the size that I am
Scissors on his head
Scissors on his fucking head

Little android man
Born without a soul
Without the force of reason
The scissors took control
Little android man
Born without a heart
If he's in your vicinity
He'll cut you apart

Here he comes
There's no time
It's just a game
Don't look back
He's right behind
Here's your piece of mind

Cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut, cut
Cut, cut, cut, cut

Little android man
Born without a soul
Without the force of reason
The scissors took control
Little android man
Born without a heart
In your vicinity
He'll cut you apart

Robotic retard counts his fingers
One, two, three, four
Little android man
Never, never, never trust a
Little android man
He'll cut, cut, cut, cut

"Geez."
"I love the Power Glove... it's so bad."