Razor

	Only the crows
	Fly at night
	Viewing the desolation
	Only the crows
	Cry at night.
	And the victims of my desecration
	My time is at night
	When I hear the crows cry
	And you are so afraid my sweet
	Cause you know you shall die
	I caress your skin
	OHH. it's my high
	A thin-lined pattern
	Red on white
	My art. my passion and the crows at night
	You twist and tangle
	From my cold steel touch.
	From a RAZ
	OR!! Only the crows.
	Fly at night