I'm living onto the edge of a razorblade,
It is all dark and I can't even see my shade,
With floating knives around, they're all aiming at me,
Don't have time to look, I'm not sure of what I see...

Dancing like a dervish onto my razorblade,
Avoiding knives that life is throwing at my head,
I must not fall, I'm scared, I feel so insecure,
And the sound of this one... It has hit me, I'm sure...

My blood is pouring out, pain is unbearable,
The void is calling me, I feel so unstable
Onto my razorblade, it still so dark around !
I can't remove that knive, as it is all on my mind...

"Dance and learn what pain is, do not pity yourself !
I'll be throwing much more, much more until your death,
If you can't live with it, you are already done,
Just fall and die in pain, you're no use for no one..."

This voice is in my head, I don't know what it is,
I only hear the call, the defy, then time freeze...
The knives have stopped their flight, it's still all dark all around,
But there is just a scar where it used to be a wound...

Determination, strength, I'm not sure I have that,
To know this I must try, until... wait, until what ?
Trying is forbidden, onto the razorblade,
You live or you die here, and knives comes with no end...

But now I tasted it, the hurt, the pain, the blood,
I know the feeling, I know I've been all alone
Onto this razorblade, even with some comfort
Of the people around looking at my efforts

Now dancing is easy, I still take knives sometimes,
I won't shield myself enough so I will get hurt,
And from my razorblade, I'm sending you these rhymes

Hoping that you will find your own way to survive,
The knives that life can send, the poison that it spurts,
Maybe one day we'll meet, but for that we must strive !