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 backstab 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
And 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