What controls you, your life, your mind?
Consumption of your human flesh.
Steals from you your precious time.
Through this, your life morals they thresh.
Your lover, do they drain from you
Lively feelings you should obtain?
That bottle of whisky a day
Does it taunt you each hour in vain?
That stick molded into your fingers:
Conquering your mind, taking your time
From dwelling in happiness with
Someone that cig doesn’t allow you to miss.
An obsession with anything
That once taken from you has a sting
Pronouncing control over your life
Feeding you comforting, ugly lies.
“I can help you overcome this.”
“Come to me for a sweet feeling.”
“If I leave it is me you’ll miss.”
“I provide proper healing.”
Is it not quite cowardly?
To turn to a simple escape.
To mask that pain you feel.
You allow it your mind to shape.
Why not gain control of what is yours?
Take back the life you had once before.
Seek out the strength you have deep within;
Break through the sinking soil of your sin.
Songs of Existence 