It‘s addiction, it‘s obsession, it‘s a need to be
me It‘s addiction, it‘s obsession, so I can feel
that I‘m free
Born in a time that sanctions all desire I fight
my insticts all the way Drawn to a strom of things
I have to have With patience like other virtues
still in the way
I get enough of things to need them more Like love
and destruction to name but two It‘s getting
harder telling good from bad With you senses
asking was it good for you
It‘s addiction, it‘s obsession, it‘s a need to be
me
There‘s so much I feel I have to have.