Switchblade To Soul


switchblade to soul, little darlin’
switchblade to soul
even the sharpest knife
still needs a hand’s control
a wrist to take its slice
a heart to take its hole
the dying drops of life
are carved in fine detail
and to the vicious mind
all other visions pale
the swift caress of steel
red hot and icy cold
will be the last you feel
the final thought you hold