White powder, full of poison
Creeping through your veins
Pulling at your body
It's killing you inside
No emotions just illusions
Visions of the past
Riding through hell
We are the prisoners of hell
Prisoners of hell
Prisoners of hell
Dealers and pushers can always be replaced
The drug is the king
The drug will catch you
The white death
See the hand of the devil
Reaching for you
He has got only one aim
Bringing death to you
Death to you
Death to you
Dealers and pushers can always be replaced
The drug is the king
The drug will catch you
The white death
