We have drunk Soma
We have become immortal
We have reached the Gods
When one no longer dreams
One is merely dreamt
Hide the puncture with more tattoos
They close the clinic in town
Taboo
Some China brown, some Afghan red
Arm full of junk goes straight to your head
Dexter said no to Methadone
Dexter said no to Methadone
Dexter said no to Methadone
With bent needles to prick your skin
Cook up a batch and let the Devil in
Dexter said no to Methadone
Dexter said no to Methadone
Dexter said no to Methadone
Writer(s): Christian Death
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