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 loud.
I would bleed for her.
If I could only see her now.
Living on a razors edge.
Balancing on a ledge.
Living on a razors edge.
The evil that me do lives on and on.....
The evil that me do lives on and on.....
The evil that me do lives on and on.....
The evil that me 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.
Don't you cry for me.
Beyond is where I learn.
Bruce Dickinson:
Bruce Dickinson:
Depeche Mode:
Blaze Bayley:
