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Hooked to the things that make us fall, and the words that burn like gasolineWe can't erase these endless thoughts,Can't kill what fuels our apathyWe want satisfaction, we want our peaceApathy, your satisfactionI feel so little change, it always stays the sameAnd you admit to me that you're the one to blame.We'd rather submit to a substance that hates usThan have to earn all the things we loveHow twisted have we become,We're running out of excuses, they won't last for longWe are what's wrongNumb tot he damage we're dealing to the ones who stand in our wayWhen will we see the price we'll pay?I'd prefer to be trapped inside addictionChained to floor with no hope surviveGive it up you'll never escapePut aside thoughts of love and empathyWho cares when the problem's not oursAs long as light shines upon me, desperate words will never be heardWe are addicted to our own happiness. From Letras Mania