that is it

I lost myself in your addiction, I gave my soul to you, throw it away like dried flowers throw it away like garbage
it will kick in, it will kick in, it has to make a grave it will kick in, it will kick in it will make you see
that the prick the stick the snake the lick the blood how it drips on white sheets, is the enemy I know the enemy
like mine is the booze the groups, the beer the tears, the sex who’s next, the grip the kiss, the road that road
been there before, what’s the use to use it’s the same all this pain
it’s crazy, no sense repent, the snake, it breaks what love has made, escape from the past
either that either that or us