Poisoned Pleasures - Pretty Maids

I see you on the street and while your eyes are bleeding

I see you shake his hand while buying dreams for cash

You need that trip

You’d die for it

You’re of the ground now

You feel that rush

That instant high

Poisoned pleasures

Chemical treasures inside

Disease you mislead you and finally defeats you

Change your behaviour

It will enslave you for life

Blinds you divides and desensitize you

You might as well just face that you’re addicted to it

And everyone can see your candle’s burning low

It runs your life

Kills your pride

Steals your money

You need that stuff

The wings to fly

Kill yourself to live

Every pleasure has its price

Life is what you give away