[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...