Descend into the dungeons creatures loom in the dark. Addiction lies in their hands you grab it without thinking. The black demon looks in your eyes he burns through your forehead. He whispers in your ear:
'till death do us part.
He sticks himself - ONTO YOUR SKIN. He crawls - THROUGH YOUR FLESH He scratches - ONTO YOUR BONES. He burns - INTO YOUR MARROW.
Tar drips into your mouth. Nicotine squeezes your neck, you shiver.
He sticks himself - ONTO YOUR SKIN. He crawls - THROUGH YOUR FLESH He scratches - ONTO YOUR BONES. He burns - INTO YOUR MARROW.