Rotting leaves stem out of the marsh
He climbs down the whines
His pain is too harsh
Drowns in the toxin with a smile on his face
Another lost warrior falling from grace

The pain is over now or maybe
He fell for what surrounds the kiss of ecstacy

The rebel's screams were a hazy revolution
His heroes gave into ethical pollution
Half-blue blood couldn't take him to bliss
He was inches away from the Devil's kiss
Too young to die, too weak to stay
A frail piece of putrefying human clay

The pain was over now or maybe
He fell what surrounds the kiss of ecstacy

Maybe the smoke off your face lays down the coming coffin
This illusion won't even let all the gods to never give in
The dope be gracious enough
The devil shall be fed
Embrace the funeral of the drugged and the dead

Doped drugged and so worse than dead
Your breath would mean a curse within
Doped drugged and so worse than dead
Your breath would mean a curse within yourself!

Too young to die but too weak to stay
Watch the smoke erase the breath you have today
Last night's over, a memory's to save
Cherish the hangover in your freaking grave