Razor
Razor
Razor
Razor
(Go berserk)
Razor
Razor
Razor
Razor
(Go berserk)
Razors unpick the bleeding scars
Contaminated by the toxic gas
Fumes rise from the earth below
Bodies endure the sarcastic blow
Never, never believe their lies
Just control your self-command
Never, never catch their eyes
When they talk about the promised land
Razors go berserk
Rusting in the dirt
Razors go berserk
Rusting in the dirt
The dying art will never blend
With the unwashed faces of working men
A carcass lies in a rotten hut
You can smell the dead meat when razors cut
Never, never believe their lies
Just control your self-command
Never, never catch their eyes
When they talk about the promised land
You'll never find your way out here
You'll never find your way out here
Two, three, four!
Razor blades, razor blades, razor blades, go berserk
Razor blades, razor blades, go berserk
Razor
Razor
Razor
Never, ow!
Son of a bitch!
Cut my face, cut my face, cut my, cut my, cut my face
Cut my face, cut my face, cut my, cut my, cut my face
Cut my face, cut my face, cut my, cut my, cut my face
Cut my face, cut my face, cut my, cut my, cut my face
Cut my face, cut my face, cut my, cut my, cut my face
Cut my face, cut my face, cut my, cut my, cut my face
Cut my face, cut my face, cut my, cut my, cut my face
Cut my face, cut my face, cut my, cut my, cut my face
(Razor)
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