Addicted - Behind Crimson Eyes

Dressed up in pretty

pictures

That line the walls of a

teenaged princess.

Pray nightly to the tv screen To false idols that you’ve never seen.

Dance, dance to the wicked sound Of ignorance

and make them so proud

Dance, dance

to the frequencies

Controlled by the profit

agencies.

Chorus: Hey are we all just slaves?

Yeah addicted to fame!

Hey are we all just

slaves?

To bright lights and fear campaigns?

Dressed up

in a plastic guard.

Shrink wrapped for the slaughter yard.

Diluted for the magazines.

Tailor made for the sweet sixteen.

Dance, dance to the wicked sound Of ignorance

and make them so proud.

Dance, dance to the frequencies

Controlled by the profit agencies.

Hey are we all just slaves?

Yeah addicted to fame!

Hey are we all just slaves?

To bright lights and fear

campaigns?

Hey are we all just slaves?

Yeah addicted to fame!

Hey are we all just slaves?

To bright lights and fear

campaigns?

Hey are we all just slaves?

Yeah addicted to fame!

Hey are we all just slaves?

To bright lights and fear

campaigns?

Hey are we all just slaves?

Yeah addicted to fame!

Hey are we all just slaves?

To bright lights and fear

campaigns?