You think you know, but you lose control, and your memory fades to black…
Sell your soul, we are creatures of habit, but I’m not comin’ back
But oh, all of our days are done before we’re through with everything on this Earth we planned to do.
Feed your need, you said you’d end it all, but you went runnin’ back…
As time slips by it provokes me to think life is what you lack
But oh, all of our days are done before we’re through with everything on this Earth we planned to do… It’s not fair
Emotion is relative to feeling, and that’s exactly why I can’t complain.
I molded my very own surroundings.
I am the source of my pain.
So go on feeding your addiction.
Tried to warn you of the cost.
Your habit’s becoming a tradition.
My faith is lost.
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