On a path of [bad word] Can we ever break out?
You tell yourself it's nothing
As your [bad word] down

If you fan the fire
You might burn alive
Maybe its addiction
And you won't survive the night

The overdose won't stop
The epidemic spreads

It's the fire
It's the lies
The deceivers writhing
Burning alive
It's the [bad word]  never said
The thoughts are burning in your head

If history repeats
Then the lies are retold
The messenger of false hope
Fills the streets with blood

If you fan the fire
You might burn alive
Maybe its addiction
That you can't survive

Overdose!

It's the choice you make
It's the lives you break
It's your personal [bad word] That you can't escape