Razor Songtext
von Franco

Like a razor
Your words they cut through
Like a broken glass that slits
You′re the paper
I'm the rock that beats you
You alone can slay me well

If it makes it you were
Like I suppose
Given

Take your pity from your reservoir
′Cause your fire is burning me
And my duty kiss the fair one
Reprieve


If it makes it you were
Like I suppose
If it makes it you were
Imagine no priest and sin

How can I be you?
How can I be true?
Only you, my kingdoms have fallen
'Cause you, you held me in awe
Undo this burden I carry for you
Left for you

If it makes it you were
Like I suppose
If it makes it you were
Imagine no priest and sin
If it makes it you were
Like
If it makes it you were
Like