Every day, I wake up with this feeling It's the first thing in my head, like an ever-present threat I look around, to find a thing to ease my thirst Is this my fate? Is there a cure? I don't think I need it But I want it now This is a never-ending story, a never-ending fight I think I'm losing I'm on my own This is a never-ending story, a never-ending fight Condemned This has gone too far I'm going down by this fucking curse It makes me lose control It makes me lose my mind Do I know what's wrong or right? Strung out I'm on edge and people start to notice Every single thing is afflicted by the hunger It's a sorry sight, but I cannot cast it out Is this my fate? Is there a cure? I don't think I need it But I want it now This is a never-ending story, a never-ending fight I think I'm losing I'm on my own This is a never-ending story, a never-ending fight Strung out, brought down Like a moth to a flame I go down How did it come so far Strung out, brought down Like a moth to a flame I'm drawn to the things I crave I want it in my veins Strung out, brought down Like a moth to a flame I go down How did it come so far I don't think I need it But I want it now This is a never-ending story, a never-ending fight I think I'm losing I'm on my own This is a never-ending story, a never-ending fight