Razorblade For a soul Cut through the astral hole So wise through The way of life Even though You are walking on knives Would it make me hale With pinkish pale Through moss over rocks Burning like the lick of a flame Bloodied feet I'm flying through life I don't care If I'm walking on knives Razorblade For a soul Cut through the astral hole So wise through The way of life Even though You are walking on knives So wise through The way of life Even though you are walking on knives