Razor's Edge Lyrics - Hate Culture - 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 worlds 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 blaspheme 

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 breath 

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 razors edge 

On the razors edge 

Don't worry, we'll mend it, stay with me