The Edge of a Razor

I'll draw a little picture

I'll draw it with a twist

I'll draw it with a razor

I'll draw it on my wrist

And as the river flows all my pain will disappear

I'll do it once again I have no will to fear

And with my one last gasping breath I'll say

A legend dies this day

The Angels cry tonight

Another innocent death

With no more will to fight

It leaves others on the edge...

The edge of a razor...