Razor

Only the crows Fly at night Viewing the desolation Only the crows Cry at night. And the victims of my desecration My time is at night When i hear the crows cry And you are so afraid my sweet Cause you know you shall die I caress your skin Ohh. it's my high A thin-lined pattern Red on white My art. my passion and the crows at night You twist and tangle From my cold steel touch. From a razor!! Only the crows. Fly at night