| The voices started one Sunday morn
|
| As the priest was praising her god’s first born
|
| They told her what to do, the time and the place
|
| The words from beyond urged forth with haste
|
| She said, tell me once, tell me again
|
| How I can serve, to pay for my sins
|
| With the razor’s edge, with the razor’s edge
|
| With the razor’s edge, with the razor’s edge
|
| The voices grew strong, louder every day
|
| She could not believe, what they did say
|
| To kill her own two sons, and take her own life
|
| It was the holy words, for the holy night
|
| «GIVE THEM THE RAZOR’S EDGE»
|
| She did as she was told then cried herself to sleep
|
| And when she awoke she saw her own deed
|
| The voices promised, god said it so
|
| Her turn was due, this she did know
|
| She said, tell me once, tell me again
|
| How I can serve, to pay for my sins
|
| With the razor’s edge, with the razor’s edge
|
| With the razor’s edge, with the razor’s edge
|
| With the razor’s edge
|
| With the razor’s edge
|
| With the razor’s edge
|
| The voices promised
|
| With the razor’s edge
|
| God said it so |