Methademic

The epidemic from a crystal lie

Puts you in super overdrive

The methademic that is so hard to hide

Insanely staring with wide eyes

Hellucinating in a chemical hell

Ain't my idea of having fun

Synthetic overload, you're under its spell

Your super nightmare's just begun

You try to stop but it controls you

Your love affair with it won't last

You're on a suicidal ride of self-destruction

And in the end you're gonna crash

You live too fast

You live too fast

You look just like a dead man alive

Loosing the fight for survival

You sit and wait at Hell's fiery gate

Waiting the Devil's arrival

You live so fast you need more methademic crystal

You never sleep, you just keep going

Just push the trigger on your hypodermic pistol

Each time you're dying without knowing

You live too fast

You live too fast

What's the point? It's killing you without you even knowing

I can tell you've sold your soul and Hell is where you're going (Ha, ha, ha—I'll see you there)