Lurking creatures of the night, nocturnal pests of the playground Flame to pipes light way for savage eyes Reunion of rancid drug infested scum Hit after hit it's never enough Hit after hit mind and body are numb A hand full of pills while they go down the slide On the seesaw - take a shot of black tar A few hits of acid and a swig on the swings Blow passed around the merry go round Senses are fading, toxin levels have peaked Retching the vomit spews from their guts They foam at the mouth and begin to convulse Violently shaking and screaming in pain The addicts begin to peel their own skin Ripping and tearing they gouge out their eyes Crying and screaming they cut off their tongues Choking on blood, gasping for life They die one by one on the playground Mass O.D, futile, bodies lie cold for the children to findTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
