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
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