When the
lights dim
All those
are around
You down the
poison
Lay down
your rules
Taken from
those
Who are less
fortunate
You divide
the lining
Of their
pockets
You come
with a smile
You sin and
sin
Pulling the
brass bar
On and on
you grin
Shackled
worn out vessels
You fill
their veins
Rushing of
the poison
On and on it
goes
Falling in
deeper
Now
No one
notices
As the
glasses are exposed
Twisting and
turning
You yield
Your knife
Stealing from
others
Taking their
lives
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