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 f*cking 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 f*cking song
I'm always a day late to figure it's f*cking 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
Unwanted Noise - My Prison Lyrics
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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 f*cking 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 f*cking song
I'm always a day late to figure it's f*cking 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
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 f*cking 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 f*cking song
I'm always a day late to figure it's f*cking 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
Writer: Nicolas Vallée, Simon Fortier
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid