I'm your daily delusion, your failing solution
An itch in your throat and the taste of pollution
The buckling knees of a foundering stallion
Wobbly hobbling, falling alarmingly
An owner of souls and a sucker of spawn
If leeches could sing, I'd molest you with song

Addicting commitments are here to butt in,
and they have no regard for remorse
Addiction is fiction for only one minute
But then in the next it is brutally yours