Compulsive Receptor

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Lets talk about addiction,
And where I have an affliction,
With there use and diction,
With the so called problem that is addiction,
You said my name is Dan,
What if I said it was Stan,
Does that mean that I'm a different man?

No don't be stupid,
Your acting like a kid,
Look beyond the words,
To see the polished turds,
That you are eating,
And unknowingly repeating.
They say you can live a life addiction free,
But it's raining down your back; nah it ain't my pee,
Now can you see,
That nothing exists that is free.
There is no rope,
When you reach out for hope,
Your grasping empty air,
Cause ain't nobody else who care.
Lets walk through the basic steps,
Chew a toothpick and you'll quit smoking,
But it's lies instead of smoke that's causing your choking,
Chew some gun and you won't dip,
Cause the sugar is better for your teeth it's just a nip,
It's just a hit,
It's just a drink,
It's just one time,
But it's all the same crime.
Existing under a different name,
But still you chew the same shit filled game.
Quit one addiction to pick up another,
Go to a meeting to get told "I was just like you brother,"
But you weren't and you won't ever be just like me,
And your blind now if you can't see,
You've traded one pair of shackles for a shinier pair,
But I'm not embarrassed at the ones I bare.
See I don't wear them because I'm being controlled,
I wear them for the refreshing cold,
The steel against my skin,
Makes me aware of each sin,
I'd rather witness my fall,
Then sit complacent because of a stall.
Who's to say a new addiction is better,
Do you really prefer that new pussy just cause its wetter?
Your playing yourself if you buy it,
So say ah, open wide, here comes the choo-choo piled with shit.

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