Quintihilator
Functioning Addict
Verse 1 [0:20]
Now let's define addiction
A fucking blind ambition
Where our time is lifted
To a tied up mission
Restricted, inhibited
From a limited provision
That will suffer from our condition
And nobody will ever listen
Where you put your last position
Like a tactician I'll bring you to submission
Now for the fucking transition
Where we bring the inevitable
Measurable, memorable
Lines that will define your lives
With pleasurable, penetrable facts
That will expand or contract
Whеther it attracts or it detracts
You will nevеr see how we fucking interact
So we go right back
Into a relapse
And we're trapped
How do I fucking get out of this crap

Chorus x2 [1:02]
So we're going now every single day
Into roaming hell and all it's shame
But in the end who really is to blame
Am I foaming at the mouth, Am I really insane?
Verse 2 [1:22]
Now define the relapse
It's where we are trapped
On a path that is blasted
With facts that will make you go back
To the past and never come back
So tough you wanna act
But you are not intact
To be able to react
When you dish out your crap
And your rap is unstable
And what I bring to the table
Will make me more than just able
To rip you apart while I'm eating up your heart
Come on now, let's not fucking start
Where I can go with this art
Just shop you and add you to my fucking cart
Now let's bring this back to the beat
Where we fucking release
Like a goddamn beast
And we rage and feast
Like we were caged and can say the least

Chorus x2 [2:03]
So we're going now every single day
Into roaming hell and all it's shame
But in the end who really is to blame
Am I foaming at the mouth, Am I really insane?
Verse 3 [2:45]
So we come back now
Free from addiciton
We rid our selves from the confliction
In addition of being rid of self-infliction
And the self-provision
Of inhibited and limited thoughts
Decisions and prohibtive draughts
And think of all the drugs that we bought
I am surprised that we never got caught
Or ended up dead from a drug overdose
Or end up in a comatose
State where we break
And we don't come back
Until its 10 years too fucking late
Now your family hates you and your mistakes
Fuck my stomach aches
Where do I seal my fate
Or just stop this feeling of being irrate
Or just seal myself up in a fucking crate
And be real, instead of fucking fake

Chorus x2 [3:26]
So we're going now every single day
Into roaming hell and all it's shame
But in the end who really is to blame
Am I foaming at the mouth, Am I really insane?