Razor Lyrics

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Last Rites Lyrics

Debutante of murder

In the first degree

Master of the slaughter

He's hungry, can't you see

Survives by natural instinct

Prowler of the night

Prone to dangerous contact

Ready for a fight

He's got that killer instinct

Got that killer instinct

That comes right from the heart

Yeah it's the killer instinct

That tears your mind apart

Seeks the weak and vile

He aids society

You can see there's no denial

He searches to be free

No rest for the wicked

His work is never done

Where you are, he'll seek you

So don't try to run

Fights evil with his evil

Stops violence with his own

But it's always the law

Who casts the first stone

They all don't understand him

Vigilante of the streets

And as they all surround him

He dies before their feet