Love is a razor and I walked the line on that silver blade. Slept in the dust with his daughter, her eyes red with The slaughter of innocence. But I will pray for her. I will call her name out lound. I would bleed for her. If only I could see her now.
Living on a razors edge. Balancing on a ledge. Living on a razors edge.
The evil that men do lives on and on..... The evil that men do lives on and on..... The evil that men do lives on and on..... The evil that men do lives on and on.....
Circle of fire my baptism of joy at an end it seems. The seventh lamb slain, the book of life opens before me. But I will pray for you. And some day I may return. I would die for you. Beyond is where I learn.
