Whores and goons
Needles and spoons
When trash turns to gold
Your skin turns to music
I could tell what's going on people's mind if there was any mind left
Success or suicide?
I can see trough their eyes
Fiction or addiction?
Maybe both... But they don't have a fuckin' clue!
Take your time, but die in time
I don't wanna see your face anymore
I don't wanna hear your voice
I won't carry the weight of your choice
Who's holding the gun?
It's loaded, it's warm and I won't leave fingerprints
You won't feel a thing
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