Sarcy is a commune in the Marne department in north-eastern France.
You are a drug to me
I never ever thought it otherwise
And I love the lies you told to me
While looking me directly in my eyes
This is not ecstasy
But it's better than cocaine
And you know that I will miss you when you're gone
But I'm not equipped to play this game
You know your words they don't mean
Anything to me
They only serve to fatten up the prey
And when it's time to take them
To the slaughterhouse
You slice their throats, continue on your way
This is not jepoardy
And it's not your high school prom
And you know that I will miss you when you're gone
But I'm not equipped to be your mom
You are a drug to me
I never ever thought it otherwise
And I love the lies you told to me