Paroles de Razor Blades '92

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