Paroles: ATB. Desperate Religion.

You know she?s never gonna tell you, if she likes it this way
You know she?s never gonna ask you, if you feel the same
A fever oh an addiction uh, was it worth it did you give your life away?

A fever a desperate religion, and all that she can say is

Give me just a little bit, uh
Gimme just a little bit

A train that never stops rolling it?s getting into your blood
A need that never stops growing she?s a poisonous one
A hope for better days but nothing, oh
Seems to fix it, uh, now you?re wasting way
Indeed a desperate religion and all that she will say is

A desperate addiction
A familiar affliction
Denying won?t fix it
This desperate religion