Razor Burn

I've been scouting for a while
Seeking what I left behind
Images still cross my mind
As the crustaceans crawl out
Of the ebbing tide

I've enough
It's all I have
But a bit of both
They call it madness
You see me runnin', gunnin'
In the mornin', warnin'
And the world has changed into what I was

The truth is too great to handle
The truth is changing
Like the stubble in the sink
When you wash the foam off of your face
The razor burn is smooth
And you can feel it up
You can feel it in

The blood rain's drumming on the leaves
You picked a straw or two to grief
You dig further into the weeds
As the mole people roam in the city night

I've enough
It's all I have
But a bit of both
They call it madness
You see me runnin', gunnin'
In the mornin', warnin'
The world has changed into what I was

The truth is too great to handle
The truth is changing
Like the stubble in the sink
When you wash the foam off of your face
The razor burn is smooth
And you can feel it up
You can feel it in

The truth is too great to handle
The truth is too great to handle
The truth is too great to handle
The truth is changing
Like the stubble in the sink
When you wash the foam off of your face
The truth is too great to handle
The truth is too great to handle
The truth is too great to handle
The truth



Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Lubo Ambrosius Andreassen, Nils Bendik Henningsen Kvissel, Fredrik Lerdahl, Ivar Grytten, Bjorn Olaf Vatzlavik
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