A Suburb To Hell — Therion

Death is near Need the drugs Poisoned blood Transfuse death Toxaemia Transfix the veins

Overdose By a shot Makes you dead A funeral When no one cries You're left alone

Land of the dead Has taken your soul Eradiates Your moribund fate

Exonerate your head Start to live a life Erroneus erudition Is left behind

Purgatorial blood in the chest The epitaph describes a natural death The trepidation stopped long ago Got a real job forgot the past

Drugs can change a life To an inner devastation Drugs can make you high But also make you dead

Death is near Need the drugs Poisoned blood Transfuse death Toxaemia Transfix the veins

Overdose By a shot Makes you dead A funeral When no one cries You're left alone

Land of the dead Has taken your soul Eradiates Your moribund fate