Razor Love

My heart cries out for the razor,
For it acts as an eraser.

It seems to take all pain away,
It seems to help me through the day.

Now when I watch the blood drip out,
It seems my soul just wants to shout.

All of my fear, pours out of me,
What is it that you can not see?

The crimson red that stains the ground,
It brings me peace, makes my mind sound.

So come to me, razor my love,
And you will see sweet razor love.