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Hostile world, moving too fast

trapped in a corner, he's an outcast.

Drugs made him ful down

as unexpected as the tears of a clown.

His eyes staring as weary as his flesh

leading a kind of life we don't want to bless.

Deep desire for his daily trip

into his mind the drug will slip.

Subordinate to the infernal quest.

A deadly search for immortality

his solution for internal stability.

Once he's experienced a unity in mind

never he'll refind...

Subordinate to the infernal quest.

After a shot all mortal ones dim

seems all attention converges to him.

Flashes of light, beautiful and nice

imagining himself to be in paradise.