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
Its hand against the sword till the strong take out the weak
Its 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 theyre plagues upon the wall
Blinding obsessions
Blinding obsessions
You gave up all your rights as you turnde
to the needle
And now youve gone so fat, there is no turning back
Do what it takes, youve gotta have it all
Theres something in
your blood that pulls the number
Makes a call, it doesnt really matter if you lose it all
Just as long as you feed this desire
inside of you
Cant you see youre destroying your life ?
Turn away its not what its made out to be, oh dont you see?
Theres a dead
end there for you
Blinding obsessions
Blinding obsessions
