Razor

The Pugilist

Razor


You said I was mad, you said I'm insane 
You said It couldn't be done 
You want me to lose, you want me to die 
Don't wont me to ruin your fun 
I'm making a stand, I'm taking a chance 
I'm living the dreams I had 
I've got my own rules, and I'll decide 
If they're good or if they're bad 
Live fast, die young 
If you stand in my way, if you get in my face 
You'll meet the real me 
If you're bringing me down, if you're pissing me off 
You'll be shocked at what you see 
I'II write it in blood, I'II pull out my blade 
I'II carve it into your chest 
And it will appear, the message clear 
I am the Pugilist 
Emotional stress, you've put me through 
You put me to the test 
No sleep at night, awake for days 
You robbed me of my rest 
What kind of a fool, did you take me for? 
You thought I wouldn't mind! 
Get out of my life, get out of my world 
I don't need your fucking kind! 
I will pay you back in spades 
I will sharpen all my blades 
I'II haunt you at night, I'll terrorize 
I'II phone but I won't talk 
I'II find you at work, I'll find you at home 
I'II find you around the block 
I will destroy, I'll devastate 
You'll live in misery 
I'II rob your fun, I'II steel your smile 
I'II never let you be