Paroles: InMe. The Art Of Moderation.

You're walking on a broken foot this time, the divine becomes the deprived
You're making yourself look aged, head down and suck on the syphon
The words game and over never rang so true, the insanity gets thicker
I'm not an addict, I just enjoy getting fucked up

The men twiddle thumbs with their fingers in their gums, they couldn't stay at home
The art of moderation versus pure temptation, their mouths will foam
Whilst the people all around them go hungry, little fishy got away this time

You've pissed in your own swimming pool this time, well, I can be a prick too
I get wasted, get jealous and talk a load of shit, pucker up and suck on a shotgun
You tremble and you sweat and the horror fills you, impatience creeping through your veins
The memories of the buzz still slowly drains

(The men twiddle thumbs with their fingers in their gums, they couldn't stay at home
The art of moderation versus pure temptation, their mouths will foam
Whilst the people all around them go hungry, little fishy got away this time) [x2]