Wilderness Of Weeds

I'm a slave to my passions
And I know I'm not alone
Something takes over me
And ignores the telephone

Good things lost among wilderness of weeds
When darkness comes looking for me

Everyone has their own vices
Don't think your'e alone
Something that entices
Yet chills you down to the bone

What good is a watch if you never wear it?
What good is a heart if you never tear it?