Pleasure Addict
Things of convenience will hit us back
As the things that make it easy never last
Though I wonder what life would be like without it
I know I'll always be inevitably stuck in this tarpit
We take moments for granted and run off our fears
Pretty soon, we're just simply passing through all the years
Then we only feel pain and have no more room for tears
Feeling like a fake, almost like another Billy Shears
Living in a world of dependency is a horrid one to bear
Those who do look up from their holes and see nothing there
Try to find a way out and it makes them feel far more than scared
And it seems like their lives are leading to nothing but despair
We're all
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
We're all caught in a web
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
Lying in empty beds
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
We're all stuck in our heads
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
We're all already dead
Living cosmically on another plane
Confusing as can be
So trapped within all our pleasures, that we can barely even see
On our own we stand, trynna break from all of our habits
If it's not a drug, it's our ways of feeling like rabbits
Or like Babylon
All these people falling into witches spells
Can show you lower depths of the most facetious hells
Or make you question your reality in which you don't rebel
Are we all asleep, or just too damn sedated to even tell?
You're all
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts) We're all
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
We're all caught in a web
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
(You are a pleasure addict)
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
We're all caught in a web (You are a pleasure addict)
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
Lying in empty beds (You are a pleasure addict)
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
We're all stuck in our heads (You are a pleasure addict)
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
We're all already dead (You are a pleasure addict)
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
We're all stuck in our heads (You are a pleasure addict)
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
We're all already dead
As the things that make it easy never last
Though I wonder what life would be like without it
I know I'll always be inevitably stuck in this tarpit
We take moments for granted and run off our fears
Pretty soon, we're just simply passing through all the years
Then we only feel pain and have no more room for tears
Feeling like a fake, almost like another Billy Shears
Living in a world of dependency is a horrid one to bear
Those who do look up from their holes and see nothing there
Try to find a way out and it makes them feel far more than scared
And it seems like their lives are leading to nothing but despair
We're all
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
We're all caught in a web
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
Lying in empty beds
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
We're all stuck in our heads
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
We're all already dead
Living cosmically on another plane
Confusing as can be
So trapped within all our pleasures, that we can barely even see
On our own we stand, trynna break from all of our habits
If it's not a drug, it's our ways of feeling like rabbits
Or like Babylon
All these people falling into witches spells
Can show you lower depths of the most facetious hells
Or make you question your reality in which you don't rebel
Are we all asleep, or just too damn sedated to even tell?
You're all
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts) We're all
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
We're all caught in a web
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
(You are a pleasure addict)
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
We're all caught in a web (You are a pleasure addict)
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
Lying in empty beds (You are a pleasure addict)
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
We're all stuck in our heads (You are a pleasure addict)
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
We're all already dead (You are a pleasure addict)
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
We're all stuck in our heads (You are a pleasure addict)
(Pleasure addicts, pleasure addicts)
We're all already dead
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Writer(s): Gabriel Logan
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