razors

the old razors the origanal

long white knives
beneath to sinister grins
razor like claws creeps along my skin

it doesn't crave the attention
it doesn't crave the love
it craves my flesh it craves my blood

crimson eyes refelecting of the night
a lusful beast that hates the white light

it hates my life
it hates my will
it loves to frighten
it loves to kill

bloody lips peel back to attack
a beautiful monster sure to come back