Eve of the Storm - Razor

Searching to find presence of mind

Cranking the volume for kicks

Inflicting true pain, awaiting the rain

Looking for my metal fix

Poetic hate, unmercyful fate

Bringing my music to life

Grinding machine, decibel stream

Feeling the point of the knife

Artform of butchers, eve of the storm

The power is yours for the night

Chaos and power, true to the form

We’re partying through to the light

Taking for fools, ignoring the rules

Doing what’s right in our hearts

Searching for truth, preserving our youth

Intensity right from the start

Hyping our cause, writing my laws

They told me the good times were gone

Laugh in their face, such a disgrace