The razor

Your body is a weapon and you're afraid it could get out
A friend of the devil and you're afraid it could get out

Don't say i don't cut when i do, i do, i do
Don't say i'm lying when i'm true, i'm true, i'm true
The razor

You rub of suspicious, so vile and aniscious, with a heart so vicious
And dare you ask what this is, this is so delicious
To eat the best of you like the others do
We take your pride from you
The drive-in, the embassy, the jets, it's all the same to me

Your body is a weapon and you're afraid it could get out
A friend of the devil and you're afraid it could get out

Don't say i don't cut when i do, i do, i do
Don't say i'm lying when i'm true, i'm true, i'm true
The razor (the razor)
Don't say we're healing when it's just not what we do

So many suitors, i don't even have a suit to wear
So many influential fingers running through your hair
I am the razor in the hands of your heart
And i am the razor in the hands of god