THE COMBAT ZONE

This is the combat zone
Where possession becomes the end.

Where you and your addiction
Fight it out to possess you.

Where the voices work the play
To decide who'll hold sway.

Don't let them talk too long.
They'll always hold your mind
If you listen long enough.

And when they're through the
Sweetness of your sorrow will be the
Only thing you taste, and your arms
Will only find your habit
To embrace

This is the combat zone.