Chained

We name it recreation that's how it all begins

Quickly it creeps up on you consuming your whole being

And every flower may taste different but be sure of one

Thing, for the hit of another fix, you'll drop dead give up

Your soul and sell everything. Half way alone, while you

Construct the end for a line you took the time to back stab

All your friends, now you rely on the family like an infant

You feed. Won't be long till your selling your mom because

This addiction ain't free.

Your always wired, your pride shot to hell, your wife is

For hire, everything's for sale when your chained to the stone

Isolation becomes you, no sunny days, you lost touch with

The outside world to hide your wicked ways.

Never mind the dilution your life becomes a dream the

Clock stops while you get off & fall six feet deep.

Your always wired, your pride shot to hell your wife is

For hire everything's for sale when your chained to the stone