Razorpain کے بول

Rolling the memories backwards I feel a chill at my toes All of my fears surrounding Consuming me Countdown the things I have done The same old sins formed in one One shiny wicked razor Lying next to me Can you set my soul free? Make me what I used to be, Just a couple of moments Until razorpain fills me So tempting staying indoors No cause of death for their logs The sky outside filled with rain And in my room screams of pain Painting the water so red But my tears the colour spread No one could see my crying This is my time of repent