Anonymous
Your Own Addiction
They made you a slave to your own addiction
And they knew that you'd start for no good reason,
But to be like everybody else Wanna be just who you wanna be, ya Well that's an image they sell
That these men in suits create
And now they're taking from your pocket
And there's no escape from the hunger That crawls deep down inside of you
And it never fades away
Now their cracking their whips over your back
When you fiend everytime and there's no turning back
Neither they nor you just will not stop
Why in the world would you die for that?
I feel so sorry for you
I feel so sorry for you, for you, for you
That you gave in
From Letras Mania