Hooked to the things that make us fall, and the words that burn like gasoline We cant erase these endless thoughts, Cant kill what fuels our apathy We want satisfaction, we want our peace Apathy, your satisfaction I feel so little change, it always stays the same And you admit to me that youre the one to blame. Wed rather submit to a substance that hates us than have to earn all the things we love How twisted have we become, Were running out of excuses, they wont last for long We are whats wrong Numb tot he damage were dealing to the ones who stand in our way When will we see the price well pay? Id prefer to be trapped inside addiction Chained to floor with no hope survive Give it up youll never escape Put aside thoughts of love and empathy Who cares when the problems not ours As long as light shines upon me, desperate words will never be heard We are addicted to our own happiness.
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