We name it recreation that's how it all begins Quickly it creeps up on you consuming your whole being And every flower may taste different but be sure of one Thing, for the hit of another fix, you'll drop dead give up Your soul and sell everything. Half way alone, while you Construct the end for a line you took the time to back stab All your friends, now you rely on the family like an infant You feed. Won't be long till your selling your mom because This addiction ain't free.
Your always wired, your pride shot to hell, your wife is For hire, everything's for sale when your chained to the stone
Isolation becomes you, no sunny days, you lost touch with The outside world to hide your wicked ways. Never mind the dilution your life becomes a dream the Clock stops while you get off & fall six feet deep.
Your always wired, your pride shot to hell your wife is For hire everything's for sale when your chained to the stoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
