Little Sister

Little sister I heard you went to Mr. So and So, knocking on his door
Again last night said you needed it bad - 
You know that ain't right. 
'Cause so many times you've come to me crying
Trying to stop, you said it hurts so bad
But please don't let you go back for more
My little sister is a zombie in a body
With no soul a role she has learnt to play
In a world today where nothing else matters
But it matters, we gotta start feeding our souls
Not our addictions or our afflictions of pain
To avoid the same questions we must ask ourselves to get any answers
We gotta start feeding our souls
Have been lost to the millions with lots
Who feed on addiction selling pills and what's hot
I wish I could save her from all their dilutsions of love
Every day we starve while we eat white bread
And beer instead of a handshake or hug
We spill the pills and sweep them 
Under the rug. 
My little sister is a Zombie in a body
With no soul a role she has learnt to play
In a world today where nothing else matters
But it matters, we gotta start feeding our souls
Hey little sister I heard you went to Mr. So and So's
Knockin' on his door again last night
Said you needed more.