Out of the futility,
of my wait for justness
to come to me,
in my quest for justice,
I ride the Razor,
this Steel Mare,
I slide down blade,
and end my cares.
Try and try,
til give up
and cry,
and only wonder,
why
oh
why.
Right,
or
wrong,
with no thing in between,
no "kind of pregnant",
has ever been seen.
Why is the right thing,
so hard to do?
I always try to do
the right things for you.
Looking at the clock,
up there on the wall,
gonna have a great fall,
it'll be my greatest fall.
Time tickes away,
by minute,
by second,
by days
and days,
waiting from right to begin,
and wrong to end.
Desolate tracks,
will I ever see,
you bring my justice
to me?
Try and try,
til give up
and cry,
and only wonder,
why
oh
why.
Right,
or
wrong,
with no thing in between,
no "kind of pregnant",
has ever been seen.
Why is the right thing,
so hard to do?
I always try to do
the right things for you.
Looking at the clock,
up there on the wall,
gonna have a great fall,
it'll be my greatest fall.
Time tickes away,
by minute,
by second,
by days
and days,
waiting from right to begin,
and wrong to end.
Desolate tracks,
will I ever see,
you bring my justice
to me?