Life Support Addiction
Refused
Songs To Fan The Flames Of Discontent (1996)

Somewhere along the line we lost. Individuality paid the cost.
Close enough to inhale the security but as always too far away.
We breed upon culture sickness and we made this rule into our own.
Silently sedated, our minds fly out the windows.
Our emotions suffocate. Suppress the essence of living...
Your beautiful independent Friday night dress.
Wash away the fear and insecurity.
This substitute kills the freedom and cuts the wounds wide open.
A glimpse caught the sense and now you're content in slowly fading.
The familiar escape. The alternative to nothing.
Reminded to die-life support addiction.
Watch your love slip through your hands.