Weeping Sores Songtext
von Nicolas Cage Fighter

Addiction′s a son of a bitch

Face the daylight
I've said it a thousand times
Isn′t it obvious?
Something has got to change
The discontent that manifests represents
The perfect fuel to reignite the passions
That serve only to preserve you
Yet still you extinguish the pilot light

The less you do in life, the more you tire of it
Yet narcotic escapades prove only to disconnect
Isn't it ironic?
Consumption instigates pain
Those vacuous formed habits prove only to disconnect

Addiction's a son of a bitch

And you are the surrogate

Gorge on the agony


Rend apart those weeping sores
Time′s up you coward
Years of shifting blame and running blind catch up to you
You can′t escape the disdain
Debilitated by past actions, tainted
Crushed by the weight of your vice
Intoxicated with pain
Time's up, you coward
The less you do in life the more you tire of it
Yet narcotic escapades prove only to disconnect

Addiction′s a son of a bitch

And you are the surrogate

Descendant of failure

Offspring of misery

Gorge on the agony

Rend apart those weeping sores

Rend apart those weeping sores
Rend apart those weeping sores