It is said that all we do
Is driven by the twin compulsions to survive and reproduce
So, tell me now, what are these
But base addictions at the very core of who we are?

Welcome to our affliction
The urge to itch, life causes friction
The attraction of what cannot fill us
Never enough of the stuff that will slowly kill us

Cocaine, fame or the fast and the furious
Heart attack specials, sports make us delirious
Caffeine, pain or soul sucking slot machines
The remote may change the channels but not our routine

The weight of empty time
The wages of sin
The war of the mind
We lose each time we win

Forever owned by what we crave
A first class ticket to a world of slaves
Haunted by what’s wanted ‘til we get it
Clutch with both hands, set it and forget it

Heroin, crack or the attack of always being right
Porn, popping pills, pumping up for a fight
Money, power, bitter-sweet nicotine
Chemicals may change our mind but not our routine

The weight of empty time
The wages of sin
The war of the mind
We lose each time we win

It’s so hard to think
When what you hold dear
Takes control
Swallows you whole

Vice Grips
Tighten
Vice grips tighten around our will

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