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For more heroin,
Push the needle in,
Angels weeping with their cyanide skin,
We begin.

My criss-cross heart,
Each mangled body part,
Smashing mirrors to pick up a shard,
We start.

Eyes of sin,
We’ll never win,
Try telling that to the next of kin,
We grin.

Mentally scarred,
Tearing apart,
But they realise that we’re trying too hard,
We depart.