They think they are above me I am a God they will never be Lightning pours from the palm of my hand Striking them down Reminding them of their position in this system Street scum junkies laying in the gutter Using toilet water to prepare their fix Community syringe passed around town Psychic vampires puncture veins with used hypodermic fangs Sharing disease Scabbed up Showing defeat Inject infection straight into the blood stream This disease spreads throughout the streets Shells of former selfs Now slaves to narcotics They will do anything for heroin Frail sycophants wither away Cracked skin stretched over skeleton Track marks run up and down their arms Veins dried up like rivers in a drought Soulless specters forever roaming for a fix Lingering loneliness of narcotic purgatory Surrounded by scum awaiting my demise Stuck in a sickness they will not escape All of them will perish with a needle in their arm I salute their downfallTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
