Disaster

We're all, all just addicted to disaster

Where the world falls off we find a place to call our own
Call our own
In the midnight dark we hide a little piece of home
Piece of home

Paradise in a nightmare
All is right in the vice grip
Tucked in tight in the fire
Heaven is the flame below

We're all, all just addicted to disaster
We're all, all just addicted to disaster

It draws us in like an echo from a smoking gun
Smoking gun
That hypnotic pull like the gravity of the Sun
Of the Sun

We're all, all just addicted to disaster
We're all, all just addicted to disaster

We're all, all just addicted to disaster
We're all, all just addicted to disaster