Therion - 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