Tds (take It As You Will) Lyrics

Tds (take It As You Will) lyrics

The needing of needles, prick my skin



Cold blood is boiling, start the binge 







Aggressive injection, the track marks run



Intended supression, finale has begun 







COLD DEATH - awaits me now



INFECT - dissect my brain devoured 







I'm needing another shot to please



My poison my life-line, it drops me to my knees 







INJECT



ADDICTION



Straight to my jugular vein 







TO WITHDRAWAL



I CAN'T TAKE



I NEED MORE



Please shoot me up, numb the pain 







No dimebags



No quaters



I'll take the gram 







The heroin



Quick fix



A mainline slam 







Speed ball



It's rolling



Turns all the time 







Injesting



Infesting



It infiltrates my mind 







QUICK PULSE



My heart can't take 







POUNDING



Surrounding all my veins 







I'm nauseous



And playing the basket case 







Die slowly



Die painful



On my strung-out face 







TO INJECT



ADDICTION



INFECTION 







Straight to my jugular vein 







TO WITHDRAWAL



I CAN'T TAKE



I NEED MORE 







Please shoot me up, numb the pain 







Hello world, I'm your residential drug pusher



You kids, they buy from me



Base of coke, a slam of seed



They know I've got the cure 







Just a punk, I'm untouchable by the law



Court room catastrophe



A simple slap upon my wrist



And then they set me free 







Body cold I pound away on his chest in fear



Empty lungs, a cardiac arrest is evidently clear



No one told me that these drugs I take would kill



They just front away and then send you the bill 







Cold displeasured face



Look of pain, look of waste



I'e seen the damages done



Too many times I've witnessed, I've witnessed it run 







Run through your veins alive



Feeding on your mind



Controlling you from inside 







No longer with us now



Pusher's voice it calls you, cower now 







Come with me child, child of fate



A shot to numb your feelings 







Embrace this death, a quick passage



Your pulse hits the ceiling 







No need for ties, no ties to life



The life you've left to linger 







It was your choice



So hold your voice



And don't point your finger