Songtext von Addicted

A cold chill on his spine While he´s sipping the wine He swallows the potion And waits for the notion Without it he feels dead He drinks and regrets it Flying high feels so good Wants to take it and shoot Swallow the death Fixing the hand Dying by breath Bury yourself in the sand She´s taking a deep breath A step nearer to death She sticks in the needle It solves any riddle Her soul keeps on burning All day she is yearning The snow white freedom Is her last kingdom Swallow the...