Mr. Dopedealer -------------------------------------------
The man stands poised
On the corner of the street.
Who next he'd meet.
Always his power is growing.
He hovers around..
Feet moving quietly.
Barely touching the ground..
Silently he reacts violently
To whoever should ever cross him.
He cannot ever thrive without sin.
He wanders around the street in hope
Of poor bastards to buy all his dope.
Hey there mister dope dealer..
You pathetic machine...
Sad little life-stealer.
Can you ever come clean?
Each day sinking down further..
How do you cope with all this murder?
You call the boy next to you your brother?
You'd no faster kill him
Than murder his mother.
If he should ever cross your path
You would unleash all of your wrath.
Without blinking an eye
You'd make your brother die.
How do you so easily don your disguise?
And calmly spread your wicked lies?
Leading many to their demise..
People only listen to you
Because you convince them you are wise.
But you are not wise - not free.
You set forth the drug-spree.
Killing our people's potential.
Misleading our youth softly.
My my aren't you influential?
I admire you for sleeping so well..so calmly...
Tomorrow you'll head again into the sheep
Taking their souls..For you to keep.
Sadly i see the cycle repeat.
A world i would pay to see you weep.