This filthy addiction: symptom or cause?
I feel the weight of death closing my jaws
And I wonder how could I've been so weak
How can my empty pocket makes me fucking freak?
Die, I would die
I feel like I would die
I feel like I would die!
This dirty secret, rancid substance
Controls both my mind and my body, hence
It feels like I need it to write this fucking song
I'm always a day late to figure it's fucking wrong
Die, I could die
I feel like I could die
I feel like I could die!
This filthy addiction: stupid habbit
It has got me numb, dead, bowing to it
And I wonder if I could have stopped that thing
Even if I did, there would remain it's suffering
Dead, I'm dead
I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead