Craving for stability
Why can’t you finally put out the light?
Why won’t you come and celebrate the night?
Wearing chains submissively
Why won’t you massacre the queen of spite?
Sell your soul so carelessly
Why can’t you cut away your parasite?
Call yourself a master
But you are just a slave
Thinking you’re a rockstar
When drugs are all you (really) crave
Giving up so easily
Why won’t you ride upon the wind of black?
Blaming it on destiny
Why can’t you find the will to turn your back?
Why can’t you see all of the things you lack?
Stealing pleasures secretly
Why won’t you cut her leeches off your back?