Death is near

Need the drugs

Poisoned blood

Transfuse death

Toxaemia

Transfix the veins



Overdose

By a shot

Makes you dead

A funeral

When no one cries

You're left alone



Land of the dead

Has taken your soul

Eradiates

Your moribund fate



Exonerate your head

Start to live a life

Erroneus erudition

Is left behind



Purgatorial blood in the chest

The epitaph describes a natural death

The trepidation stopped long ago

Got a real job forgot the past



Drugs can change a life

To an inner devastation

Drugs can make you high

But also make you dead



Death is near

Need the drugs

Poisoned blood

Transfuse death

Toxaemia

Transfix the veins



Overdose

By a shot

Makes you dead

A funeral

When no one cries

You're left alone



Land of the dead

Has taken your soul

Eradiates

Your moribund fate