Pillow for my head when I go to sleep
Toast to the reaper when he come for me
I'm good, walking on a razor's edge
I'm good, living like I'm already dead
I don't have drawbacks
But when I draw that, guess where you fall at (fall at)
Living on the edge like
I just might take flight, to see where I fall at
I'm in grave danger
Living with the dead on a razor's edge
I'm used to the threats, I'm used to the stress
Yeah, used to the mind feeling so complex
I'm a one-man army, don't push me
Man, it's quite alarming, that you haven't woken
Up to the fact that this Wolf bombarding
Every little bit of your words ain't too charming