Leg End In His Own Boots

Do you think I should? Cause I think I could
Get my fingers down your throat at the same time
That I cut you with a very long, very sharp knife
Come in number one
Your time is all but done
Should it be anything to do with anyone
I must confess, I think it best
That I separate your breath from your body
Its only a shell so dont you worry
Come in number two
Your time is all but through
Should it be anything at all to do with you
I bless the day, I bless that splendid day
I catch you on the phone to your lover
I tell her that youve studied the karma with another
Come in number three
I know that you can hear me
Any reason for your breathing just eludes me