Like a wounded beast you are
At their mercy, now the prey
Drained from when you let your guard down
Will poured out, as if blood
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No one cares enough to help
You don’t blame them, you’re to blame
Past decisions daily haunt you
Shackles worn, not worn out
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Tell us who it is that stalks
We will fight him, fend him off
“The name’s Addiction,” you reply
“And his friend, Disorder”
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Who will come to rescue him?
And the others, thousands more
Who can wage the war inside them?
Death is near, come quick, Lord
