Lyrics: Apprentice Bards. The Vision Of Death/Eckstein, Eckstein. The Dealer.

See them crawling,
begging for more,
in need of money,
robbing a store.

See those addicted,
betraying each other,
selling their grandma,
stealing from their father.

Come to me - I'm the king of dealers,
Come to me - and we'll find a way,
Come to me - because I have what you need,
Come to me - if you are able to pay!

They start with the light drugs,
sold in the schools,
and think they can stop it,
this pack of fools.

Once I have you in my hand,
this sweet dream of a neverland,
will turn into a nightmare,
which will never end.

Come to me - I'm the king of dealers,
Come to me - and we'll find a way,
Come to me - because I have what you need,
Come to me - if you are able to pay!