Narcotic - Dead Poetic

You sold your soul for an ounce of attention

Gaining the world and demanding affection

Will you ever be pleased with your own skin?

Will you ever refuse what they’re asking?

You can’t hide your insecurities with a pretty face

Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic

Begging face down on the floor

Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic

You sold your soul, now they want more

Vanity’s gun left you dead in Hollywood

Empty, addicted, and screaming for comfort

From a world devoid of compassion

Exchanging hopes for rejection

You can’t hide your insecurities with a pretty face

Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic

Begging face down on the floor

Breed it, and bear it, and make it your narcotic

You sold your soul, now they want more