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Text písně A suburb to hell

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