They call you every evening
Saying they’ve got some or lots of
So you escape from your life
Just To feed your internal monster
It freezes all you feelings
And I don't think You like it
but You need it. You can't resist it
So You'll do it again
You should find your way out
From the maze of addiction
This permanent sunshine
isn’t real. it’s a fiction
Emptiness in your eyes
Reveal your weakness
Loneliness in the crowd
Is a sickness
