I have a demon for a wife
He delights in your pretty face and he hates my life
Takes notes on how to provoke past grief
Makes my teeth decay with the last of my self belief
Feed all day from underneath
Like a thief
I’m left weak
barely able to speak
I seek nothing but constant supply
I can read every look in your eyes
I leave with a lie
Maybe our love will never die
Or, maybe it’s the last time I make you cry
Make my appeal like the condemned.
Let’s go away for the weekend
Your life I will steal and descend with it into the pit.

I’m addicted.

(Listen to the voice of your head. It makes no sense. Take a rest…)

Excerpt from Addictive by Faithless