The drugs I hold in my hand
I am addicted
The music I play in my band
I am addicted
The memories I hold at bay
I am addicted
The badness I have a tendency to say
I am addicted
The razor I hold covered in blood
I am addicted
The tears I cry are a flood
I am addicted
The dreams I break
I am addicted
The smile I fake
I am addicted
The life I hold
I am addicted
The soul I sold
I am addicted
The way my blood pools
I am addicted
The way I want to die
I am addicted
