Mathias Kruse - Addiction lyrics

Thinking how I could further distort bliss f** any person that would support this On the phone with a cat who imports bricks If there was a pill that cured addiction, I would snort six Back in the habit of an escape route Sitting in the same house on top of a safe couch Spaced out, no coming to place now Some say it's a waste, while I'm just taking the grace route Rain clouds are stuck within place, how Could I have remained sane while shutting my pace down? Was stuck from the taste, I hate pride but stay proud f** a step, we walk on the same ground