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