Rohypnol
They call it Rohypnol,
It keeps your body static,
But snatches your soul,
You're dead but alive,
Sleepy but awake,
Is it real or a fake?
You don't know,
Until you're awake
And find that,
You have been taken
At stake,
Eaten away a la carte as a steak,
Rohypnol, Rohypnol,
Used to hypnotise body and soul,
The younger feels a frail,
Shaky then lead to a fall
It aims at beauty victims
At fresh spring lambs,
With a look and a fashion
With a hook, and a hill,
That ceases instantly,
To feel,
And begins
To faint and kneel
Rohypnol, Rohypnol,
It has an impact and a role
Beware and careful of
What you sip,
And drink and what you dip,
Do not be foolish and don't be fool!
They call it Rohypnol
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