You worship drugs, and think you're so tough.
You keep on sniffing 'till you've had enough.
Face the truth and stop crying,
stiffened and pale you're slowly dying!
I can see it comming from miles away,
and I already know what you're going to say,
you ask for money, for a fucking dime,
you don't wanna work for it,
you want mine
One way-ticket to death.
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