song Rise up and teach them a lesson They will not escape from the free Force them to give up the slaughter And then you will finally see The end of
of red are burning As they diminish time Eyes of greed are rising The aides of good will send Conflict of extremity A cry, it's the end Crawling from
Перевод: Бритва. Конец.
dark dilligently I'm not what you think I appear to be fucked up Mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor I just want my face in a paper I
. Living on a razors edge. Balancing on a ledge. Living on a razors edge, yeah. Balancing on a ledge, yeah. Balancing on a ledge, yeah. Living on a razors
razors edge. Balancing on a ledge. Living on a razors edge. The evil that men do lives on and on... Circle of fire my baptism of joy at an end it
You couldn't break me in the end... (oh no) And such a freedom I enjoy When you're deaf to the sounds you trust If that was all you've got, my friend... (
yea yea yea yea yea Hey now girl, at the end of the road Down where the reaper is walking alone Singing a death knell, clapping along At the end of the
It's domination pushed into living hell Domination a now blacked heart Is reaching out divinity Body suspended by chains over razors And nails it's a penalty Each razor
to discover a dead body Or what was left of one, pieces in a bag Blood is everywhere what a retched sight Cut up really small by a razor sharp knife
t deny, take another shot [Chorus:] Blooddrunk, wasted again All the pain inside will fade Blooddrunk, you call me insane Degenerate bloodrunk With a razor blade Degenerate drunk with a razor
can say, I feel you closer I can say, I can say, is there something more that I can say, I can say Are we living on a razor? Is this predestination
i cant help but to ask I Said You Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’ You Got To Be Startin’ Somethin’ I Said You Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’ You Got To Be Startin’ Something we end
you and I, your starless eyes remain. Hip Hip Hooray for me, you talk to me, but would you kill me in my sleep lay still like the dead from the razor
a razor to her mask. Rusted now the scales you hold, the balance tipped by the weight of gold. When will it end? When will it ever end?
She was swinging from her handbag on the King's Road Fresh from boarding school and double barreled shame Now there are worms in her skin She's razor
the closet, in the halls It comes awake And I can't control it Hiding under the bed In my body, in my head Why won't somebody come and save me from this? Make it end
neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings The six o'clock alarm would never ring But it rings and I rise wipe the sleep out of my eyes The shavin' razor