I'm addicted to silence,
To the cold and the dark,
I'm addicted to darkness,
To the beat of my heart.

Stuck here,
Just waiting,
For someone to come searching,

Stuck here,
I'm waiting,
For somebody to find,
For somebody to discover,

What is left,
Of me and mine,
Since the day,
I was left behind.

To uncover my remains,
Unearth all of this pain
That still has not decayed.

I played my hand,
Yesterday,
I walked the path that I was made.
With a feeling as though time's delayed,

I've played my ace,
My clubs,
My spades,
I tore my hearts in two,
It had seemed like at the time,
The least that I could do,
The lesser evil, of the two.

And my diamonds?
I gave those to you.

But still I'm stuck here in the dark,
Left waiting,
For a single spark.

I'm addicted to the silence,
To the quiet,
And the fright.

I'm addicted to the sparks,
I think Insanity was right.
I'm addicted to the slashing,
The flashing of the lightning,
Crackling bright,
Trembling light

I'm addicted to the dark,
The rolling of the thunder,
The rumbling of rain,
To the...