They Won't Arrest You

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You can't be arrested for hurting yourself
It just doesn't work that way
You can't be imprisoned for cutting yourself
Even if they take your knife away

Behind cold iron bars are hard stone walls
Where you can still cause yourself pain
Locked in soft rooms, straitjacketed in white halls
You can thrash 'till your blood leaves a stain

Shackled on beds the struggling never wanes
You can knock yourself out with a fling
Straining against cuffs as red runs from your veins
Bleeding to die as the Death Angel sings

You cannot be punished for killing yourself
Or not wanting to see another day
You can't be arrested for hurting yourself
But still, don't go that way.


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