Addiction
I'm the glazed and greedy look inside your beady little eyes
I'm the one that makes you jump...I'll have thinking you can fly
My lips spew lies that lead you straight into seduction
In my frying pan you fry...I bring the heat...I bring the friction
I am addiction
I'll have you selling your soul for a bag of demon dust
I'll watch drown in devil water in a volcanic rush
True love and trust they get rusted in the acid rain
Now that monkey on your back is a monster bringing shame
You roll the dice still I run this game!
You'll never get off this terrible one way train
I take aim and shoot my arrows in your heart until it's dead
I say it's all in fun but it's really soul subtraction
I am addiction
I'll make you pay your dues for it
I'll make you sing the blues for it
I'll make you sick and sweaty...I'll even make you drool for it
While you're vomiting your vengeance down desperation drains...
I'll wash my hands with your blood...like a bleeding crucifixtion
When will you realize?...It's no longer a fantasy...It's no longer a fiction
I am addiction
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2015
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