Razor

I feel like a razor
A need to cut
Away all the doubt
But the blade got stuck

It’s you
It’s me
It always has been
Behind all doubt, the devil grins
With every layer revealed
Comes the depth unknown
I fall
I die
I am reborn

I feel like a soldier
On my own battlefield
I shoot myself down
In the back, in the knee

I run
I hide
I sharpen my knives
Behind all fear, the devil smiles
With every foe turned to friend
Comes a peace to own
The essence
A pure soul
And the truth I am

And so we fight
And so we die
With all our guns and
With all out knives
We only keep the devil alive
And the devil smiled