Obsessions - Deconbrio

This has gone too far from our control

We’ve grown accustomed to your facade

Covered in plastic, but lacking a soul

You’ve got some nerve thinking that you can play god

Drastic times, they call for drastic measures

Playing offense at your own game

Can you feel the ground beneath you rupture

Time is ticking for your fifteen minutes of fame

Since when do we find obsessions

To be in our best intentions

I never thought I’d see the day

Where I would, and I could fall for being fucked

A little bit is allowed to stay

But it’s preparing to self destruct

Since when do we find obsessions

To be in our best intentions

I guess you get what you earn

I gave a shit

That’s what I get in return

Since when do we find obsessions

To be in our best intentions