as the dollar exchanges the hand of many
there lie the poor who dream of having enough for today
the rich control the government while the gangs control the streets
it`s hand against the sword till the strong take out the weak
it`s all a competition to see who will get the bigger bite
men driven by obsessions , the more they get the more they want
to have it all, they gotta see they`re plagues upon the wall
blinding obsessions
blinding obsessions
you gave up all your rights as you turnde to the needle
and now you`ve gone so fat, there is no turning back
do what it takes, you`ve gotta have it all
there`s something in your blood that pulls the number
makes a call, it doesn`t really matter if you lose it all
just as long as you feed this desire inside of you
can`t you see you`re destroying your life ?
turn away it`s not what it`s made out to be, oh don`t you see?
there`s a dead end there for you
blinding obsessions
blinding obsessions |