Addiction.
His evil voice whispers in our ears.
He's feeding off of me and you.
Taking our lives away
so we'll stay.
We escape
but we fall again.
We look for help.
And he takes our hand,
his claws scrapping our skin.
his cold body holds us tight.
And we stare into his ruby eyes.
We feel no need to fight.
As he sings us his song of death.
They tell us we're dying,
but we feel like we're living.
People see what we've done
and try to get us help.
But we don't believe it's needed
because we found it ourselves.
But our angel is the Devil in disguise,
and he's taking our lives.