The Graces Of Addiction

It's about how addiction can not only destroy one person's life, but those around them

You’ve taken your turn, and the wheels roll ever onward

In the absence her hold takes the reins and we crash

We open our mouths to shout, but not words come out

We could do nothing more

 

It will break us all

It will state us all

We’re rising up by the grace of horror

But I wish we were never here at all

 

This runaround with words that seize to matter

Her words, her choice of drugs, count each calamity and disaster

We were only slaves to addiction, never the masters

They say nothing at all

 

It will break us all

It will state us all

We’re rising up by the grace of horror

But I wish we were never here at all

 

I want to break out

Her actions make me sick

I want to get out

I’m melting, sinking down quick

 

These angels are deaf and blind

Their words long ago lost meaning

Are you sure you want to carry on with her

When the truths of her destruction come calling

When the words are themselves revealing

 

It will break us all

It will state us all

We’re rising up by the grace of horror

But I wish we were never here at all

 

I want to break out

Her actions make me sick

I want to get out

I’m melting, sinking down quick 

The End

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