| he walks in then he closed the door
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| he wanna quit but he can’t cause he wants some more
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| now the way that he lives no one would know
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| he keeps it hid so the kids won’t see it shown
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| now he trapped by his sin everywhere he goes
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| he addicted to skin so he overdosed
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| now the way that he lives and the chains that hold
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| leave him trapped in a prison that he can’t control
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| now seeing these women but without they clothes
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| leaves him shamed but his brain just remains controlled
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| and every day it’s a strain but it seems to grow
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| he wanna change but he stays in his chains and froze
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| hes conflicted afraid feels alone
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| so he quits for a day but when he’s back at home
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| then he’s back to the same it claims his soul
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| he wants to break from his chains but it gains a hold he says.
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| now I seen too much take it all away
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| now I need you’re touch to help me walk away
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| help me change I know I been living a lie
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| don’t wanna be the same open up my eyes…
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| open my up eyes.
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| open up my eyes.
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| open up my eyes
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| open up my eyes.
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| these things will infect your eyes
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| but don’t think that its just gonna effect the guys
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| cause the girls in the world will ingest the lies
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| now it starts when the heart gets compromised
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| now the lust and the pride and everything inside
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| makes ya look anywhere anyplace to find
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| anything that will fill up a void in life
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| but when you tore up it’s sure aint hard to hide
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| next time when the boy she’s texting
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| that texting turns into sexting
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| that sexting creates such a mess and
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| it leaves her mind in a state of depression
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| she’s blind can’t see that the lesson
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| every time there’s a message she’s sending
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| of exposing her body her flesh and
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| leaves her caught in a place of deception
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| used to be in the magazines
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| now it’s all just seen on computer screens
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| and it all just means that we’re sure to be
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| bombarded w/ the scenes we aint supposed to see
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| now supposedly it be stronger than cocaine
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| so we drawn like moths to slow flame
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| wind up with loss and no gain
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| try to stop but wind up w/ no change
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| no shame so we go full throttle
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| and feel the pain from the pill we swallow
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| girls get it from they romance novels
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| guys get it from they swimsuit models
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| yet we still feel broke and hollow
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| just living like there’s no tomorrow
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| all shattered like a broken bottles
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| but there is a path that I hope they follow. |