Children asking for money
Being out of control
Forgetting the suffering pain
and killing visions they feel everyday
Dispersed on the ground
They can see bodies dying all around
It´s turning day into night
and preserving sickness in this end of times Cocaine
I wanna sniff, I wanna kill
I want the hell, the blood spills
The drug is my only deal

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