Love is a razor, and I walked the line on that silver blade,
Slept in the dust with his daughter, her eyes red with
The slaughter of innocence.
And I will pray for her.
I will call her name out loud,
I would bleed for her,
If only I could see her now.

Living on a razors edge,
Balancing on a ledge,
Living on a razors edge.
Balancing on a ledge,
Balancing on a ledge,
Living on a razors edge,
Balancing on a ledge,
You know, You know

The evil that men do lives on and on...

Circle of fire, my baptism of joy at an end, it seems.
The seventh lamb slain, the book of life opens before me,
And I will pray for you,
Some day I may return,
Don't you cry for me.
Beyond is where I learn.

Living on a razors edge,
Balancing on a ledge,
Living on a razors edge.
You know, You know

The evil that men do lives on and on... 

Living on a razors edge,
Balancing on a ledge,
Living on a razors edge.
You know, You know

The evil that men do lives on and on...