The Razor's Edge
There's fighting on the left
And marching on the right
No light up in the sky
You're going to die of fright
Here comes the Razor's Edge
You're living on the edge
Don't know wrong from right
They're breathing down your neck
You're running out of light
And here comes the Razor's Edge
Here comes the Razor's Edge
The Razor's Edge
To raise the dead
You'll be cut to shreds
By the Razor's Edge
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