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What A Sweet Addiction I'm All Caught Up In
Take a moment- imagine how it feels,
The slightest twinge of pain- the nightmare is real,
The warmth inside and the heat you once felt,
A fire inside- cold as the skin we melt.
(extingushed)
Breaking your bones with every heartbeat,
Dirty dealings with each demon you meet...
You're a waste of life wasting our air,
But we're all sinners- why should we care?
(fall to you knees)
Twisted and tangled down this rabbit hole we go,
But riding out disaster is all we've ever known,
What a shame- we waste life while the world gets wasted,
All for a taste of danger once addiction was tasted.
(they've got you now)
We have no history- no regret of times past,
Such a painful price we paid- numbing never lasts...
And still I wonder why we ever signed this deal,
Who would trade a soul for a chance to never feel?
(it was worth every cent)
We chose our own toxins and poisoned each other,
So I lied to your face while you kept up your cover,
And now we’re all we’ve got- it’s just you and me…
Slitting our own wrists while we die to be free.
(no one gets out alive)
The slightest twinge of pain- the nightmare is real,
The warmth inside and the heat you once felt,
A fire inside- cold as the skin we melt.
(extingushed)
Breaking your bones with every heartbeat,
Dirty dealings with each demon you meet...
You're a waste of life wasting our air,
But we're all sinners- why should we care?
(fall to you knees)
Twisted and tangled down this rabbit hole we go,
But riding out disaster is all we've ever known,
What a shame- we waste life while the world gets wasted,
All for a taste of danger once addiction was tasted.
(they've got you now)
We have no history- no regret of times past,
Such a painful price we paid- numbing never lasts...
And still I wonder why we ever signed this deal,
Who would trade a soul for a chance to never feel?
(it was worth every cent)
We chose our own toxins and poisoned each other,
So I lied to your face while you kept up your cover,
And now we’re all we’ve got- it’s just you and me…
Slitting our own wrists while we die to be free.
(no one gets out alive)
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