Needle of Death

When sadness fills your heart

And sorrow hides the light to be free

When things go wrong with each day

You fix your mind to escape your misery

Your troubled young life

Had made you turn to the needle of death

How strange your happy words

Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone

While tears have filled the eyes

Of friends that you once walked among

Your troubled young life

Had made you turn to the needle of death

One grain of pure white snow

Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain

You peace your mind withdraws

Your death so near your soul can't feel the pain

And your troubled young life

Has made you turn to the needle of death

Your mother stands crying

While to earth your body's slowly cast

Your father stands in silence

Caressing every young dream of the past

And your troubled young life

Had made you turn to the needle of death

Through ages man's desire

To free his mind to relieve his very soul

Has proved to all who live that death itself

Is freedom forevermore

And your troubled young life

I think you turn to the needle of death

And your troubled young life

Had made you turn to the needle of death