Needle to heart

blades
come in different shapes
under different names
some cut right through
scar your thoughts at night
you cry
these are the young ones
you cry
to make them go away
with pain and stuff
you earned

other blades
cut to pieces and start
all the way
from head
to the bottom of your fate
slaughterhouse
you could have never guessed
how hard
love has become to taste
needle to heart
check your pulse
and walk away
a man

next train
will take you there again
how sharp
is it gonna be
you wonder and  you see
the sky is watching you
through tears
peace on Earth
is logical fallacy
insane
insane
insane