Lyrics Obsessions - Deconbrio

Obsessions

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