Razor Blades '92
Claude Larson
Razor unthread is leading disguise
Containabled by the toxic gas
You price on the earth below
Bodies in courtness, sarcastic flow
Never, never belief their lies
Just control your self command
Ever, never catch their eyes
When they talk about the promised land
Razors go berserk
Rusting in the dirt
The dying art will never blend
Your where adduce faces of working men
The car cast lies in a rotten hearth
You can smell the dead meat when the razors cut
You never find your way out here
You never find your way out here
