Shave It Raw, Bite Back

Shave your head, yeah, shave it down, 'til it's all bloody red and

brown. No hair left, just a bleeding scalp. This is what

happens when you break the mold. Choices made right 'til the end. Break the backs

of those who bend. Take it all, don't pretend, no mercy shown

to friends. Shave your head 'til it's raw and red. Rip it off

'til there's nothing left. They say don't bite the hand that feeds.

But what if you don't know what it means? Bite back hard,

don't be blind. Screw the rules, leave them behind. What if you're lost?