Grimlot - Fatal Dew Lyrics

I let people confess their sins

I love money, this is what I eat

I have remedy for all the unrests

The more you turn to me the more you're into this



I'm neither a messiah, nor a priest

I'm neither your buddy, nor your therapist

I can offer insubstantial hope

All I do is just selling dope



A dream of escaping is a true deceit

A hollow demise is what you really get

It's only the agony that's left for you

Once you get on the fatal dew



Shooting

Filthy slop up your vain

You march into the grave

In a few years you will expire



Morbid

Withered corpse, yes it is you

Your throat faintly uttered a death-rattle

You're dead