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Waiting at the corner of the street
Disciple of death is the one that you'll meet
His delivery will make you feel well
Once it will flow through your veins
A bottomless pit, your wishing well
That slowly shall drive you quite insane

Meet the disciple of death
And you enter the spiral again
Going up or downward without happy end

Always trying to grip
And trying to get hold of it
You just cannot get enough
Cannot get enough, enough of that stuff
Be happy? At least so you think
Be out of shot? In cat you're within
You mind is too troubled to judge
You'd better hold a grudge
Your veins are drying with
Each drop of blood that you spit
Filing up voids with each rush
This rush is one rush too much
You are losing grip
Falling into oblivion's pit
Did you just run out of luck?
Stuck into self-destruct
Coroner comes to collect your body
Angel dust to dust, the end of your story
Disciple of death movies on to another street
Waiting for another victim to bleed
You bleed!

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