Lyrics:
Like beneath the stairsThe \'IT\' it comesAnd it takes everything in sightAll through the nightLeaving scarsAnd Crashing carsFiend for the fans andFodder for the pressFiend for the fans andFodder for the pressIt's my lifeFor everyone to seeFor you a charadeFor me a diseaseEverything in sightAll through the nightLeaving scarsAnd fucking starsStill reasoning my lifeFiend for the fans andFodder for the pressFiend for the fans andFodder for the pressStill reasoning my lifeIt's do or die!It's do or die!It's do or die!Not for me!Still reasoning my lifeFiend for the fans andFodder for the pressFiend for the fans andFodder for the pressStill reasoning my lifeFucker! Coal Chamber Fiend