D.R.U.G.S - JOYS

someone stole three days of your life

and told you it’s gonna be ok

long sleepless nights

you’ve chosen a doubtful path

you took a turn for the worse

there’s no motherland no god

how things have changed

now your sky is red

you’re paralyzed by fear

a black mark against you

dream-powder maker knows

nobody wants the truth

you’re paralyzed by fear

a black mark against you

there’s no pill from your greed

the clock is ticking tick-tack

hell-like waking hours

haunted by strangers

the air burns, burns up the truth

your special person is not special

dream-powder maker knows

nobody wants the truth