“I’ve always said that lies are like razor blades.”

“The first few cuts are only skin deep. Tiny scars, dancin’ across the membrane leavin’ a web of sticky red deceit wherever they touch.”

“Hell, at first, those little lies even have time to heal until you forget they were ever there to begin with.”

“But what about when every word you say is a lie?”

“Slice, slice, slice.”

“Blood dripping onto the floor as that razor digs deep into your flesh, carving out your humanity and leaving chunks of your life in huge fuckin’ heaps on the floor.”

“Every beat of your broken heart pumpin’ your soul out your wrists. Pretty soon those little cat scratches turn into gapin’ fuckin’ wounds that you can’t hide.”

“A thousand cuts sawin’ into flesh and leavin’ you weak at the knees. How many lies can one man take before his body begins to break down and he realizes that it doesn’t matter anymore?”

“Shit, maybe the poor mother fucker should just bleed out.”

“Dead by a thousand cuts.”

“What do you think, Destructo Bitch?”

“You’re walkin’ around with more than just scars, ain’t ya? Tears in your eyes, a pain in ya chest?”

“All because your whole life has been nothin’ but lies.”

“But it’s never been you holdin’ that razor, has it? It’s been your mom, your cuck of a ‘dad’, every last mother fucker you ever thought you could call ‘friend’ has left your skin painted red with little lies every step of the way. I’m sure they told themselves it was ‘just one’ every single time they dug that blade into your skin.”

“It’s gone on so long that even you can see the damage it’s done. Your insides laid bare to the world as all of Arcadia watches you unfurl in front of them. You were never given the choice, your body and mind carved up bit by bit to hide their secrets.”

“Yet you’re still so fuckin’ stupid that you’re still tryin’ to stand. You say you’re done, but even now you can never be sure of just who’s holdin’ that razor blade next, can you?”

“So it must feel pretty damn good to talk to someone like me, huh?”

“Sure, I’m filthy, I’m vile. But I ain’t ever told you a single lie, have I?”

“From the very beginning when I walked into that shithole Maxie called a house I told you exactly what I was ganna do to you.”

“Shit, Monday won’t be any different.”

“Because I don’t have a razor, Destructo. Nah, I got a mother fuckin’ axe in my hands that I’m callin’ the truth. No thousand cuts, no slow bleed. All I need is three whacks.”

“Your mom was a fuckin’ slut.”

Whack.

“Your dad was a stupid cuck.”

Whack.

“And ‘heroes’ like you don’t get happy endings.”

“So make it easy on the both of us, Decuckto. Get on your knees, bow your head, and know the truth.”

“Eventually? Everyone gets downed by the clown.”