Needle Thrill
Step all over your footsteps of past
throw away your tear wet napkin
slowly cut your wrists than touch your lips
as if death can't come soon enough
call all your selfish ideas, pick one
hopefully one will end you forever.
Stand still sudden feel of needle thrill
high and free you live the dream
that smell won't leave my clothes
in this afterworld I'm awake and cold
now I know I will never grow old.
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