Razor - Unbroken

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.