With every drop of blood
And every tear we shed
With every single cut
And every pain to the head
Are we to be feared?
For the life we lead
Are we to be hated
For our vicious need?
From the years I’ve had it
This addiction of mine
I have come to see
That cutters truly shine
Even though they take
A bloody razor blade
They are always beautiful
The very way they were made
Never to be brought down
By nasty little creeps
Never to be angered
Kept by those endless sleeps
No matter what is said
They are always beautiful to me
Only if everyone else
Only if they could really see
The sad beauty
Which all of us hold
With every single cut
With all the blood we’ve sold


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