Aching, contorting muscles of my thighs.
Stabbing, twisting crush of my spine.
Jerking spasms pulling me deeper into the cold,
Dismal dark.
...of my addiction.
Alone in my miserable place.
Alone in my self hate.
Label me a waste.
...of my addiction.
Wet sheets and nightmares.
Cold spells and Hot hell.
No cure for the disease.
...of my addiction
My heart races wild with anxiety.
Finding no escape from the torment inside my head.
Panic of past sins come rushing back,
To lock me in.
Reminding me of my fear.
Draining me of my sanity.
I cry out for mercy, beg if I must.
Offer my soul, but it's long ago left.
I'll do what I must...
The strength of my addiction.
Stabbing, twisting crush of my spine.
Jerking spasms pulling me deeper into the cold,
Dismal dark.
...of my addiction.
Alone in my miserable place.
Alone in my self hate.
Label me a waste.
...of my addiction.
Wet sheets and nightmares.
Cold spells and Hot hell.
No cure for the disease.
...of my addiction
My heart races wild with anxiety.
Finding no escape from the torment inside my head.
Panic of past sins come rushing back,
To lock me in.
Reminding me of my fear.
Draining me of my sanity.
I cry out for mercy, beg if I must.
Offer my soul, but it's long ago left.
I'll do what I must...
The strength of my addiction.
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