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Stalking the streets searching for fun |
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New ways to get out of your head |
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Meet a rich man, needle in hand |
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It might as well be a gun |
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Enter the realm |
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Bites your lifeline |
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Snuffs out your flame |
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Dependence increases |
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Injecting again lose all your friends |
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Track marks appear on your arms |
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Don't stand a chance descend into trance |
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A bottomless pit with no pain |
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Enter the realm |
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Bites your lifeline |
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Snuffs out your flame |
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Dependence increases |
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When you feel the poison slowly grasping at your soul |
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A self-injected death sentence begins to take control |
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A brief flirtation into bliss sucks your own life force |
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A totally unnatural death begins to take its course |
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Realise with a mounting terror your addiction is too real |
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Try to kick the habit but you're far too gone to heal |
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When your cells begin to collapse and your brain begins to fry |
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Your mind leaves your body and inevitably dies |
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DIE |
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Eyes witness the horror of your own suicidal death |
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Lose all feeling in your limbs you take the final breath |
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The body that you left behind is just an empty husk |
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Your hold upon your sanity crumbles into dust |
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You're entering the dragon's realm and here it is you'll stay |
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Shot with hypodermic gun there is a price to pay |
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Caught within the dragons grip there is no escape |
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Cushioned yet a grip of steel you'll never get away |
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DIE |
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Die, you die on your own |
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You die on your own |
