Razor Cuts

It calls to me

Such a clean catch from

You ask me if I want it to be

A part of the reason you're seeking to find

Inviting solutions twisting my mind

Drip, drip, feel it slip

Slipping in on you

Drip, drip, can you strip

Your fevered life from you?

Save your incision for me

Prepare to suffer!

As the razor rippin in

To the cleanest parts of me

Drip, drip, feeling sick

Sickness sighs from you

Quick, quick, enough to trick

The devils into you

Serving as a revalation

Fill your cup with indignation

Sever form the father!

They will cut you Down! Down! Down! Down!