Razor
Go berserk
Razors unpick the bleeding scars
Contimated by the toxic gas
Fumes rise from the earth below
Bodies (?) sarcastic flow
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
The dying heart will never blend
With the unwashed faces of working men
The carcass lies in a rotted heart
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
Cut me hard(?)
Razor blades
Go berserk
Never
Son of a bitch
Cut my face