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"Love is a razor and I walk the line on that silver blade"
"Slept in the dust with his daughter, her eyes red with the slaughter of innocence"

She had lived in South Bay for all her life. It had always been a forgotten corner of night city but safe, clean and good. Now it was referred to as the combat zone and the corporation was moving in to clean it out.

"But I will pray for her, I will call her name out loud"
"I would bleed for her, if I could only see her now"
"Living on a razor's edge, balancing on a ledge"
"Living on a razor's edge, balancing on a ledge"

She had spent her life jacked in, jacked up or sleeping it off. But as the thin plas door of her apartment came crashing inwards dragging riot gas with it, she was painfully sober and ready for them. She had managed to scrounged two dumb pistols that looked worn but well kept, and had found a smart SMG that she didn't have the "wear" for. An old sword from a dumb flic and a few throwables made up her arsenal.

"Balancing on a ledge, Living on a razor's edge"
"Balancing on a ledge, you know, you know"

She didn't know the song some old rock group, but as she rose from behind her sofa and aimed at the first bot she became Razors Edge.

Description
"Love is a razor and I walk the line on that silver blade"
"Slept in the dust with his daughter, her eyes red with the slaughter of innocence"

She had lived in South Bay for all her life. It had always been a forgotten corner of night city but safe, clean and good. Now it was referred to as the combat zone and the corporation was moving in to clean it out.

"But I will pray for her, I will call her name out loud"
"I would bleed for her, if I could only see her now"
"Living on a razor's edge, balancing on a ledge"
"Living on a razor's edge, balancing on a ledge"

She had spent her life jacked in, jacked up or sleeping it off. But as the thin plas door of her apartment came crashing inwards dragging riot gas with it, she was painfully sober and ready for them. She had managed to scrounged two dumb pistols that looked worn but well kept, and had found a smart SMG that she didn't have the "wear" for. An old sword from a dumb flic and a few throwables made up her arsenal.

"Balancing on a ledge, Living on a razor's edge"
"Balancing on a ledge, you know, you know"

She didn't know the song some old rock group, but as she rose from behind her sofa and aimed at the first bot she became Razors Edge.