Razor

brought down before you and i'm feeling the feeling 
of not wanting to be like you i refused to be trapped 
it molds us like a clone never thinking for ourselves 
it's time to break this sterile tradition time to crack 
take a crack to let us breath 
before i consume your filth consume your product 
consume this genocide consume your media 
give me a razor and with this 
i give my wrists a kiss of steel.