Born Addicted - No Use For A Name

A woman sits inside a room

Enclosing her lungs with deadly fumes

Her boyfriend left a long time ago

I guess he didn’t know…

She’d skip lamaze class every night

Stays at home with her mouth to the pipe

A basehead in full maternity

When my baby is born «It'll look just like me»

No responsibility, the baby is born addicted

Drugged automatically the infantile life is inflicted

Extroversion has taken her control

It’s given name was Jack, but it might as well be crack

Born deaf, dumb and blind, what she left behind

Is only left to die… WHY!

If you take a life don’t take one with you

Don’t pass your disease to someone else

We don’t have a cure to make it all better

It’s in your womb and connects to your mouth

The front door of hell…