| Striking the match that burns me
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| Pouring more gasoline onto the flame
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| I’m to blame
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| I’m all alone and bleeding
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| And every self-inflicted wound’s in vain
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| Am I addicted to my pain?
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| And I can’t look without You here
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| Will You wash away all my fear?
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| Addicted to my pain
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| 'Cause I can’t see and I can’t feel
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| God, I’m praying none of this is real
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| Addicted to my pain
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| I am the judge and jury
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| I always sentence me to be condemned
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| There’s no amends
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| I hate with no conditions
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| Will I ever be forgiven for my rage?
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| And break out of this cage
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| And I can’t look without You here
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| Will You wash away all my fear?
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| Addicted to my pain
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| 'Cause I can’t see and I can’t feel
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| God, I’m praying none of this is real
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| Addicted to my pain
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| Take this guilt, this bitter rage
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| Keeping me locked in chains
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| Can You heal my heart?
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| Can You take this pain?
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| Will You wash away all these things?
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| And I can’t look without You here
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| Will You wash away all my fear?
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| Addicted to my pain
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| 'Cause I can’t see and I can’t feel
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| God, I’m praying none of this is real
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| Addicted to my pain, my pain |