Besedila: Andralls. Force Against Mind. Cocaine.

Children asking for money
Being out of control
Forget the suffering pain
And killing visions they feel everyday

Dispersed on the ground
They can see bodies dying all around
It's turning day into night
And preserving sickness in this end of times

Cocaine, I wanna sniff, I wanna kill
I want the hell, the blood spills
The drug is my only deal