Tekstovi: Ignite. A Place Called Home. In Moderation.

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Too many people can't control reality of addiction,
runnin' all up hill,
carryin' a heavy load,
a life of excess,
abusin' every way,
your tattered health,
price tag you have to pay,
ambition falls apart,
your health will do the same
Achievement falls by the wayside,
an addict,
family's shame
This world is ugly,
a preachieved mistake,
when you have passed out drunk,
usin' around your kids,
won't give up your smoke,
it's too hard to break,
don't you find some courage for your families sake,
she did not marry you to be your punchin' bag
I'm sorry son but I was drunk,
why should I forgive you man?

Enough misery and hardship in this life,
why make more problems,
don't you have enough
cause moderation is,
it's the key to life but there's many things you should not even try,
well, there's no such thing,
controllin' heroin,
it will suck you back to pain and hell again,
stole from your mom,
you lost all your friends,
your weakness left no opportunity,
so if you fall again get your self back up,
just never give in and never give up,
if you fall again get your self back up,
never give in, never ever give up

So now you cleaned up,
you live day to day,
your tattered health,
price tag you have to pay,
stole from your mom,
you lost all your friends,
your weakness left no opportunity,
how can you be so weak,
let afflictions win the fight
Addictive personalities be on guard the rest your life