(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...