The White Death

White powder, full of poison
Creeping through your veins
Pulling at your body
It's killing you inside

No emotions just illusions
Visions of the past
Riding through hell
We are the prisoners of hell
Prisoners of hell
Prisoners of hell

Dealers and pushers can always be replaced
The drug is the king
The drug will catch you

The white death

See the hand of the devil
Reaching for you
He has got only one aim
Bringing death to you
Death to you
Death to you

Dealers and pushers can always be replaced
The drug is the king
The drug will catch you

The white death