Lyrics Pissing Razors

Pissing Razors

Fields Of Disbelief

My world uncertain and cold

Vision in stone and blurred

Mobility is stricken

My life I feel is robbed

They lift my hands - they guide me walk

The pain burns inside

They lift my hands - they guide me walk

I want me back!

Looking to the horizon

All is calm and clear

Alas thee hour of salvation

The fields of disbelief

You suffer to keep my existence

This I can no longer take

The time has come to depart

My presence lost - is love gained?

Understand - you are my power

You carry the torch I've instilled

Take a deep breath - grasp from above

I am not gone

Take a deep breath - grasp from above

I am forever

Looking to the horizon

All is calm and clear

Alas thee hour of salvation

The fields of disbelief

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