As time goes by, you feel the need
Of something blended with your blood
Shaking and sweating, clearly a sign
Go out and get some stuff
The trail you know, we'll lead to those
The underground they dwell
The stock is full, your needs is true
You're diging your way to hell
Enter the World of insane, into the trap house
Sadistic lunatic fame, into the trap house
Their products will seal your fate, into the trap house
Through excess you'll end up on a grave
Into the trap house
They make the money, you pay the price
They make their profits, you play the mice
You feel like do this shit all day
Don't give a fuck don't set it straight
Now it's too late to realize
Before you can expect you're gonna die!
