(S.Smyth & G.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...
