[Smyth, Thorpe] It's feeding my mind k**ing 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 f**in feeling good Right now I feel like sh** This fiend is taking over And demanding all control I've got to make a stand Before it crucifies my soul Fiend, Fiend, Fiend...