Omen (American Band) - Chained lyrics

We name it recreation That's how it all begins Quickly it creeps up on you Consuming your whole being And every flower may taste different But be sure of one thing For the hit of another fix You'll drop dead give up Your soul and sell everything Half way alone While you construct the end for a line You took the time To backstab all your friends Now you rely on the family Like an infant you feed Won't be long till your selling your mom Because this addiction ain't free Your always wired Your pride shot to hell Your wife is for hire Everything's for sale When your chained to the stone Isolation becomes you No sunny days You lost touch with the outside world To hide your wicked ways Never mind the dilution Your life becomes a dream The clock stops while you get off And fall six feet deep Your always wired Your pride shot to hell Your wife is for hire Everything's for sale When your chained to the stone