From: aztec260@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: ra
Date: Wed Apr  6 10:08:38 1994
Razor Angels

Shapes move outside in the crowd.
There is aways a crowd
I get dressed shave and wash,
and I'm out, moving in and out of the flesh.
the meat that is aways moving.
no one ever stops moving,
Makes an easy target.

Dim lights and brite neon flare out from both sides.
Same shit always, never changes, moving all the time.
no one gives a fuck, no care at all.
Always moving...
junkies
Methheads
Punks
Phreaks
Some asshole thief with fingers always moving too.

People just don't care...as long as you don't spill blood on them.
Never know when some punk wanna do you.
Never know when someone's sights are flashing across your spine.
Last thing you'll see is everyone hit the pavement,
As some stiff behind you points out the beam on your skull.

Street kids weave in and out of allys, chasing each other with razors.
Spotlights of the urban flash litter the sky.
Foot soldiers or police as they call themselves walk blind,
While some bits beat a shopkeeper who is down on his pay.

Everyones blind, deaf, and dumb, don't wanna be on a shit list.
Money,
Drugs,
Sex.
That's what runs this pit.

Everyone wants to move up.
Step on your back.
Cut you all up
Slice, Slice real quite like.
Who the fuck cares...not me.

Because if I stop to care, it will be me.
Kids move like angels thru the shadowed streets....
Glemming little razors sprayed with dried blood.
Someone who cared tried to stop them.
Someone who cared died.