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Razor-Kissed
The night she got that first kiss,
She felt the rush of adrenaline
Watched the blood spill from her veins
As the tears spilled down her face
Felt the blades across her wrists,
Her first taste of the razor's kiss
Learned to shave in a different way,
Craved the release found in pain
Every night she'd cut again,
Addicted to the razor's kiss
Till one day she cut too deep,
Her bladed lover did not weep
They placed her in a casket,
Said that she'd be missed
A brand new trademarked
"Kiss of Death"--
Victim of the razor's kiss
