Verse 1 [0:20]

Now let's define addiction

A fucking blind ambition

Where our time is lifted

To a tied up mission

Restricted, inhibited

From a limited provision

That will suffer from our condition

And nobody will ever listen

Where you put your last position

Like a tactician I'll bring you to submission

Now for the fucking transition

Where we bring the inevitable

Measurable, memorable

Lines that will define your lives

With pleasurable, penetrable facts

That will expand or contract

Whеther it attracts or it detracts

You will nevеr see how we fucking interact

So we go right back

Into a relapse

And we're trapped

How do I fucking get out of this crap

Chorus x2 [1:02]

So we're going now every single day

Into roaming hell and all it's shame

But in the end who really is to blame

Am I foaming at the mouth, Am I really insane?

Verse 2 [1:22]

Now define the relapse

It's where we are trapped

On a path that is blasted

With facts that will make you go back

To the past and never come back

So tough you wanna act

But you are not intact

To be able to react

When you dish out your crap

And your rap is unstable

And what I bring to the table

Will make me more than just able

To rip you apart while I'm eating up your heart

Come on now, let's not fucking start

Where I can go with this art

Just shop you and add you to my fucking cart

Now let's bring this back to the beat

Where we fucking release

Like a goddamn beast

And we rage and feast

Like we were caged and can say the least

Chorus x2 [2:03]

So we're going now every single day

Into roaming hell and all it's shame

But in the end who really is to blame

Am I foaming at the mouth, Am I really insane?

Verse 3 [2:45]

So we come back now

Free from addiciton

We rid our selves from the confliction

In addition of being rid of self-infliction

And the self-provision

Of inhibited and limited thoughts

Decisions and prohibtive draughts

And think of all the drugs that we bought

I am surprised that we never got caught

Or ended up dead from a drug overdose

Or end up in a comatose

State where we break

And we don't come back

Until its 10 years too fucking late

Now your family hates you and your mistakes

Fuck my stomach aches

Where do I seal my fate

Or just stop this feeling of being irrate

Or just seal myself up in a fucking crate

And be real, instead of fucking fake

Chorus x2 [3:26]

So we're going now every single day

Into roaming hell and all it's shame

But in the end who really is to blame

Am I foaming at the mouth, Am I really insane?