Razorblade

Down by the lake on a gloomy blue day

Staring at the crows in the flock as they fly away

Stalk you in the woods glaring deep into your soul

Your final curtain call, your very last role

In this movie you call life, you think you're superior

My choppa make you feel real inferior

When I count to three I'll set you free

Now's your time to run, the hunt's just begun

Death, death is the price you pay

Death's the price you pay

Bleed, bleed slow as I chop your face