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It feels so good, running through my veins
this powder white liquid will drive me insane
the thrill of the chase, the high in the ride
is not something you can easily hide

heroin, cocaine maybe some speed
what i do is completly up to me
I love the high, but hate the lows
that comes in the aftermath of using my snow

friends and family pass me by
I sit there and shoot, slowly I die
my veins all collapse, my skin turns yellow
I do this all for the sake of that fellow

the one in my head, that tells me to shoot
picks me up, and gives me a boost
I love my powder, my liquid and gas
do them all togeather and get high off your ass

The room fades, there's no going back
to much speed, the world turns to the black
leave me alone while I fester and rot
now I go to my burial plot.