It pulls you in deep

Down under your skin

Before you step back

No time, no release, No time

Focus the want, will not fail

Force breed the need

Tempting



Induce, Indulge yourself, all is lost

In this addiction, too much too soon

I want more and more and more

Plethora, I want more



Drown your sorrows in a drunken haze

Cirrhosis

Smoke this and set your mind ablaze

Sensory apocalypse

Sacrifice for the dust, the blow

Stab me in the back for fifty fucking dollars.



Locked, syncopated motion

Dead in movement

A strung up example

Rising tides brings descending damage

What makes you do those things you do?

Internal voices, subliminal impulse, reaction

Induce



In the moment of pure panic

You reap what you sewn

In the moment of pure panic

You reap what you sewn

Induce, Indulge yourself