You lost control, you lost your mind, you lose your mind, you lose your life. Years of grinding down your conscience. Giving into your sick impulsions. Roam the streets, no direction, your choices lead you to this. Need a hand? You don't get one. You've wasted everything. Dead, that's what you are. That's what you'll always be. Plunge the needle, in the pulsing vein, inject the morphine, sleep the pain away, just another rotting body, on the sidewalk, never stops.One drug, to the next, trading addictions, self absorbed and self obsessed, you are your own problem, not mine. Dead, that's what you are. That's what you'll always be. No self control, you are to blame, dragging us down, feeling no shame.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
