Animals – Phil Campbell And The Bastard Sons

I’m not an animal, but I sure love the taste
Search for a demigod, surf on a tidal wave
You get nothing for nothing
Staring right down at your face in the coffin
You reap what you stole, you can’t turn the page

Don’t need a fucking chaser, I like to drink it straight
Don’t like to socialise, I love to isolate
You can walk on the water
Spread your disease, take the lambs to the slaughter

I’m not addicted, I just can’t walk away
I’m not addicted, I just can’t walk
Can’t walk away

You are the remedy, I am the bastard son
You are the enemy, I am the chosen one
Take it all, you don’t need it
Obsession for greed, feed the bullshit you eat it

I’m not addicted, I just can’t walk away
I’m not addicted, I just can’t walk
I just can’t walk away

No need to empathise, no need to stimulate
When you can close your eyes to make it go away
You get nothing for nothing
Staring right down at your face in the coffin

I’m not addicted, I just can’t walk away
I’m not addicted, I just can’t walk away
I’m not addicted, I just can’t walk away
I’m not addicted, I just can’t walk
Can’t walk away