Tekster: Venom. Temples Of Ice. Acid.

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My brain fed with ecstacy
Fills my need
As I feel my body burst with great speed
And I clench a needle in a blood drained fist
Then I turn and mark another trip off my list

Feel that rush, with that gold satanic dust
feel that pain, the drug induce through my veins

I will in life as I will in death
Sow the seeds with every breath
Never will I run, never will I hide
Only to express myself and feel it deep inside