Hypertension - Razor

Seized by stress, hateful energy

Blood is boiling, trying to break us free

Temper flares, destruction takes it’s place

Killing power, uncontrolled disgrace

Draing the strength from your tired soul

Robbed of your right to relax

Tightening vices taking their toll

Inflicting these deadly attacks

Hot blood runs cold

Death sentence from the day you’re born

Pressure curse, your skin is ripped and torn

Veins bulge, your body’s glowing red