Chris Stills Razorblades
Take another deep breath. Let it all in one last time.
Everybody get set. Creep up on you like a bottle of wine.
Where are you all going. Seems to me you're all pressed
for time. Where are we all going. In the end ya know
we're all gonna die. That's alright.
Did you ever run. Did you ever hide. From those razor
blades. Those razor blades of time. Who would've thought
you would cry. 'Bout those razor blades of time.
Animated bus stop. The benches are full, but the
graffiti's nice. No one really does talk, simple
paranoia. Of the evil eye. Where all you all goin'. Seems
to me we're all pressed for time. Where are we all goin'
joke's on us. Ya know we're all gonna die.
Did you ever run. Did you ever hide. From those razor
blades. Those razor blades of time. Who would've thought
you would cry. 'Bout those razor blades of time.
Just wait until you feel it. Sooner or later you start to
unwind. When you finally notice get ready to catch. The
rest of your life it's just not right.
Did you ever run. Did you ever hide. From those razor
blades. Those razor blades of time. Who would've thought
you would cry. 'Bout those razor blades of time.
