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Hey junkie, did you made your fix today?

You're simply addicted for the rest of your life,

What do you accuse?

Yes it's sad

you're just a victim of mental decadence

Is there nothing left in your little mind,

Is there any space in your veins anymore,

the needle tragedy,

it's your very own best friend

You take a shot to another space,

In your pleasure heaven you are god,

But the fall is too deep,

and you crash into the ground of mud

Addiction, another pleasure, and your sweet loath.