Fiend

[Smyth, Thorpe]

It's feeding my mind
Killing time on my hands
It's eating my mind
Finding a place to lash out once again
I can't shake the feeling
That is burning through my veins
Slam the gates and lock all the doors
And I won't let nobody in
It's drinking my blood
Racing straight to my brain
Talking right through me man
Fuckin feeling good
Right now I feel like shit
This fiend is taking over
And demanding all control
I've got to make a stand
Before it crucifies my soul
Fiend, Fiend, Fiend...