Disaster کے بول

We're all, all just addicted to disaster Where the world falls off we find a place to call our own Call our own In the midnight dark we hide a little piece of home Piece of home Paradise in a nightmare All is right in the vice grip Tucked in tight in the fire Heaven is the flame below We're all, all just addicted to disaster We're all, all just addicted to disaster It draws us in like an echo from a smoking gun Smoking gun That hypnotic pull like the gravity of the Sun Of the Sun We're all, all just addicted to disaster We're all, all just addicted to disaster We're all, all just addicted to disaster We're all, all just addicted to disaster