We have drunk Soma
We have become Immortal
We have reached
The Gods
When one No longer dreams
One is merely dreamt
Hide the puncture marks with more tattoos
They closed the Clinic the Town Taboo
Some China Brown, Some Afghan Red 
Arm full of Junk Goes straight to your head
DEXTER SAID NO TO METHADONE
With bent needles to prick your skin
Cook up a batch and let the Devil in
DEXTER SAID NO TO METHADONE