Death is near
Need the drugs
Poisoned blood

Transfuse death
Toxaemia
Transfix the veins


Overdose
By a shot

Makes you dead
A funeral
When no one cries

You're left alone

Land of the dead

Has taken your soul
Eradiates
Your moribund fate


Exonerate your head
Start to live a life

Erroneus erudition
Is left behind


Purgatorial blood in the chest
The epitaph describes a natural death
The trepidation stopped long ago

Got a real job forgot the past

Drugs can change a life

To an inner devastation
Drugs can make you high
But also make you dead


Death is near
Need the drugs

Poisoned blood
Transfuse death
Toxaemia

Transfix the veins

Overdose

By a shot
Makes you dead
A funeral

When no one cries
You're left alone


Land of the dead
Has taken your soul
Eradiates