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