Song Description

a song about how music can be like a drug.

Lyrics

Verse 1:
Tell me this would your world exist w/ out that which makes you happiest. Would you blow it a kiss w/ your fingertips or would you throw a fit if your fixed was missed. The habit of the addict is to persist so watch where you step or get bit by the vice grips. What's your pleasure trip? Is it forever being wrapped in the nightlife swirling the bright light lost w/ out a care in it's ecstacy? Bring it next to me ,that emotion caught in time found behind the line hidden in the melody making me free. I can feel the shiver in my spine and my mind seems so satisfied when i"m riding high on the beat. Music's in my veins so these tunes I bleed. I feel as if I need it just to sustain my life. If it were a drug I'd plug my arm w/ the spike and set sail on an exhale into the midst of a metamorphosis.
Chorus:
I need a fix of the music(x3) gimme a fix of the music.
Verse2:
Sick of the floor I explore every second. Slave to the sound I found the source of my jones. I saw the light and so I mastered my lessons then took a seat inside the tones. Lost control I felt the folds loosen up. Had a sense of innocence like a young pup. Like a baby on a bottle ,Andretti on the throttle, the needle on the vinyl or the vein. I need to feed the desire that flames every time I step a foot on the stage and leap into the mystique of a deep sea of fans who freak for the beats inside the jams. I do it cause I gotta get it out of my system. I do it for just about anybody whose listening cause something would be missing if I didn't let go and get faded in anheibriated flows. I found my sauce and a way to get lost in the bright lights and late nights of shows. This path I chose for my passion's sake. I like believing that I'm dreaming when I'm wide awake.
Chorus