House of Addiction
I've got a drug store baby just around the corner,
But see in my house Iím already quite the hoarder.
Iíve got everything you need, repeat prescriptions.
Or a cabinet full of liquor and deadly mixed potions.
You can numb yourself to the sound of the rain.
You can drink until you seize all the way to your brain.
You can watch the candles burn and melt away.
Hell you can even beg your demons to stay.
Iíve got three acid trips left on the counter,
Or we can hit up my stash of marijuana.
We can sleep all day and into the night,
We can inject the devil and wait to take flight.
But if you really need to give in.
This house baby was built for sin.
To let all your worries, stress float astray
To let it all wash over you and fade away.
Wake up and do it all again.
Let yourself wallow in the devils den.
You see you donít need the drug store around the corner.
When you can stay here and become your own destroyer.
Within these walls is every thing that you need.
A place where RUIN itself has planted its seed.
Let yourself wither, rot into a body worthy of eviction,
In a house built for the purpose of addiction.