I'm addicted to the stress on this planet
so much i need to know
I'm addicted to just scratching? the surface
emotions put on hold

deep dark eyes are surfing the net
it's not me it's my silhouette

spirit's shy
i wonder why
eli lema sabbachtani
wind will cry
as we deny
eli lema sabbachtani

I'm addicted to be seen as a winner
an infection in the brain
I'm addicted to the news that delivers
hell and massive pain

a feast for evil mankind sleeping
far beyond our walls they're weeping