Lyrics Countin On - Pressive

It's so easy to be sadistic
You're so different, yet so predictive
And all you do is show intensity
And all you say is it's too addictive

And death's rage still meets you
No matter how much our heart is bleeding)
And I'd love to eat you (And you are a victim to my needs)
And why can't we stop these habits?
Why can't we grow?

You've come to me to compensate you
You claim I am oh so comprehensive
But all I do is look for any reasons
But all I see is not too many reasons

And death's rage still meets you
No matter how much our heart is bleeding)
And I'd love to eat you (And you are a victim to my needs)
And why can't we stop these habits?
Why can't we grow?

And death's rage still meets you
No matter how much our heart is bleeding)
And I'd love to eat you (And you are a victim to my needs)
And why can't we stop these habits?
Why can't we grow?
Grow, grow, grow