Pretty Maids

I see you on the street and while your eyes are bleeding
I see you shake his hand while buying dreams for cash
You need that trip
You'd die for it
You're of the ground now
You feel that rush
That instant high
Poisoned pleasures
Chemical treasures inside
Disease you mislead you and finally defeats you
Change your behaviour
It will enslave you for life
Blinds you divides and desensitize you
You might as well just face that you're addicted to it