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Amongst a bleak gray city backdrop There are kids playing They're chewing on razor blades Mouthfuls of them They don't know any better "It's fun" they say, "We're bored," they mumble And there is no one to tell them otherwise So they sit in groups, just chewing They take a break, from time to time To spit out blood And cleanse their mouths with salt water Hating the pain that is involved But they'll start again Unknowingly- perhaps on instinct With no one to care or direct them Amongst a bleak gray city backdrop Written and owned by Dan Chubaty 2002 |