Krokodil Tears
Saw a girls living skull
One eye left that's about all
A picture of her soul
A tragic tale of hell
Saw a boys dying leg
to the bone that's dry
His face so numb it begged
It begged to die
When you're on a ride
you could very well collide
Get caught up in the lie
And get hooked til your brain cries
And then you try
To not let it control
You give up the fight
You give up the soul
Don't need krokidil tears
Don't need stolen years
Need compassion and love
To get you off the hell drug
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