Razors Edge - William Control

I feel nothing fuck like sick despair

All this suffering, Goddamn don’t you care?

Here’s the rope tie me up to the bed

Pull it hard, break the skin, take me out of my head

There’s just one thing all I ask you to do

A small something here’s my body to use

Place my soul in a box and believe

The world’s not ready

The fall misery

Count down the days that you have kept me alive

In this place only the willing survive

It’s my pleasure cut with one hand

I’m the queen of the dark I command

There’s just one thing all I want you to do

A small something here’s my body to use

Show the world how to fear and blasphemy

Here’s the rope pull it tight

Show me dark and obscene

The smoke clears and in whispering waves of self mutilation I see the dark sky

fall to pieces, the world is sometimes too heavy to breathe and the dead

surround me like an ocean.

I can’t recognize the reflection looking back

through the mirror, as if some sort of silent stranger with mean eyes and

deadly stare, he sees everything and why?

Then with one last glimmer defiant

I’m transformed into a monster a giant, with no heart, no limbs, no desire.

This is not a suicide letter.

I just want to get a real close look at death,

touch his matted hair as I pass him by

You slash my heart on the razor’s edge, on the razor’s edge

You slash my heart on the razor’s edge, on the razor’s edge

You slash my heart on the razor’s edge, on the razor’s edge

You slash my heart on the razor’s edge, on the razor’s edge

You slash my heart on the razor’s edge, on the razor’s edge

You slash my heart on the razor’s edge, on the razor’s edge

You slash my heart on the razor’s edge, on the razor’s edge

You slash my heart on the razor’s edge, on the razor’s edge

(Don't worry we’ll mend it stay with me)