Needle Of Death

	When sadness fills your heart
	And sorrow hides the longing to be free
	When things go wrong each day
	You fix your mind to âscape your misery
	Your troubled young life
	Had made you turn
	To a needle of death
	How strange, your happy words
	Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone
	How tears have filled the eyes
	Of friends that you once had walked among
	Your troubled young life
	Had made you turn
	To a needle of death
	One grain of pure white snow
	Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain
	In peace your mind withdraws
	Your death so near your soul can't feel no pain
	Your troubled young life
	Had made you turn
	To a needle of death
	Your mother stands a'cryin'
	While to the earth your body's slowly cast
	Your father stands in silence
	Caressing every young dream of the past
	Your troubled young life
	Had made you turn
	To a needle of death
	Through ages, man's desires
	To free his mind, to release his very soul
	Has proved to all who live
	That death itself is freedom for evermore
	And your troubled young life
	Will make you turn
	To a needle of death

	When sadness fills your heart
	And sorrow hides the longing to be free
	When things go wrong each day
	You fix your mind to scape your misery
	Your troubled young life
	Had made you turn
	To a needle of death
	How strange, your happy words
	Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone
	How tears have filled the eyes
	Of friends that you once had walked among
	Your troubled young life
	Had made you turn
	To a needle of death
	One grain of pure white snow
	Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain
	In peace your mind withdraws
	Your death so near your soul can' t feel no pain
	Your troubled young life
	Had made you turn
	To a needle of death
	Your mother stands a' cryin'
	While to the earth your body' s slowly cast
	Your father stands in silence
	Caressing every young dream of the past
	Your troubled young life
	Had made you turn
	To a needle of death
	Through ages, man' s desires
	To free his mind, to release his very soul
	Has proved to all who live
	That death itself is freedom for evermore
	And your troubled young life
	Will make you turn
	To a needle of death