(Vocals A/T) "Addicted & Inflicted" is ego on a bender. It’s the sound of a man who crowned himself king in a kingdom built outta pills, powder, sweat, and strangers sheets. No filter. No apology. Just raw appetite. It lives in that space where confidence turns toxic, where machismo feels powerful until you realize it’s just armor over something hollow. Verse by verse, it paints the high the rush of conquest, the chemical courage, the god complex. The women blur together, the liquor burns, the white lines disappear, and the persona gets bigger and louder. He calls it freedom. Calls it dominance. Calls it control. But underneath that chest-puffed bravado, there’s a ticking clock. The chorus is reckless celebration indulgence with no brakes. The bridge cracks the mask just enough to show the static in his head, the consequences he swears don’t touch him. He says he’s a wolf. Says he’s untouchable. But even kings built on vice fall the hardest.This ain’t a redemption story. It’s a confession disguised as a victory speech. It’s addiction talking in first person. It’s the illusion of power while everything real slips through your fingers.