Born of laughter

strangled by sin

No remorse

mistreat the soul again



No features

the blur of things denied

No return

the cross to bear is my own



Just one sip and life returns

Razorfever



The pollution of your narrow perception

Read into the lines of men's work

Degeneration: let the truth be known

Numb the pain with the liquid of fire



Razorfever burns



Born a desperation's child

admist the last descent

Fierce as that of angel's wrath

to lay the soul to rest



Just one sip

Just one more

Just one

and so my world can be restored.