and confusion Cold addiction rising up inside White lines cover the mirror All the voices screaming in my mind I wanna get out of here Cold addiction
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confusion [Chorus:] Cold Addiction rising up inside, white lines cover the mirror All the voices screaming in my mind, I wanna get out of here. Cold Addiction
back on but ain't nothin' you can see But I see something in the way of things Something to make us stumble Something get us drunk from noise and addicted
deceive me? Nope, that's the fourth time this week Another fast brother shot dead in the street The very next day while I'm off to class My mom goes to work cold
if you ask me she should get, the girl of the year award, its the same damn song, all day long, whole world trying to break her down, Got the notes of addiction
gonna say goodbye And someone's gonna take it too well Maybe even look you in the eye Like it's a cold day in hell And you;re the last fire CHORUS
re gonna say goodbye And someone's gonna take it too well Maybe even look you in the eye Like it's a cold day in hell And you;re the last fire CHORUS
As He unfurls from aching hibernation Stormbringer drums thunder to full Dis orchestra As lighting streaks with fire Black clouds that shroud the Earth Whose cold
in a cold day in Hell I spent a month of Sundays in a cold day in Hell I spent a month of Sundays in a cold day in Hell I spent a month of Sundays in
These streets that we maneuver through, ain't nothing you familiar to Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral Cold blooded, black hearted
to the graveyard Every day is a main event, some old lady limps The pushers and pimps eat shrimps It gets tiring, the sight of a gun firing They must
I move on, I lose my way Astray I'm trying too much to feel unchained, to burn out this sense of feeling cold And every day I seek my prey: someone to
ain't nothin' you can see But I see something in the way of things Something to make us stumble Something get us drunk from noise and addicted to sadness
At last alone, his fire's dying Burned another day Now to pretend and make up an ending somewhere far away He reached for a book all bound in leather
benediction I am sorry you became my addiction My game, my cold affliction Did you see the fire brigade? Steed heavy and filled with rage Through the city, dissolve my fire
ratatat tat it They ratted up to them bitches about niggaz serving them addicts On the ave av-ave down in B'more Where they a a-average a body getting get blown for every day
