Vicious Cycle

Try to sleep on this night
But it feels that it something is missing
Cold sweat runs down my spine
Fell my vicious starts to haunt me

My mind blacked out
All the world slow down and the rain remain falling
And when i ainʼt high
I can only think about die

Every night i wake up screaming
Every time my hands are shaking
All i want is to put it inside me
Every time i want it all again.

Vicious cycle
Hands are tide up
The more that iʼm off it
The more that i want it back.