kill the addiction

The addiction on the hook

The souls who are hanging there

No doubt they feel free by the wind

If only they can get away

High on the top

They feel the greatness in their eyes

Swaying in every direction by the wind

If only they can get away

The folks on the street

They hardly look up to see

They have their own problems

Finding money to survive the day

The addiction spreads

The evil one will try to take

Every soul if he can lick it

He can splash his stay

The way out is to kill the addiction

Once it is done everything will run in harmony

There will no marching of protests

Together we will walk for our progress