You got a hypodermic needle
To help you get away
Found some new miracle drug

To help edge the pain
Just hoping and praying
It'll take you away

Is it all just illusion
Slow death
Slow death

Slow death
Slow death
Death is gettin' in as the precious life


Is being drained from body and soul
You know it won't be long 'till your

Identity becomes impossible to find
Maybe next time you'll take a little bit more
Bringing death closer than before

'Till they find you
You're $#&@in' dead
On the bathroom floor