The
drugs of death
The
creative drugs in night joints
With
neon lights shining bright
The
dancers on the floors
The
gangnam galloping
The
smile and the embrace
The
shooting stars in their minds
They
feel they are in paradise
The
stomping feet
The
loud music blasting
The
swaying of bodies
The
gangnam craze hits the floor
The
time bomb ticking
In
the bodies of drugs
The
creative artificial high
The
dancers on the floors
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