There's dirt on your face and there's Blood on the floor You've done something bad, but you Don't know for sure The fists are all swollen You're going insane Hopefully someone is waking in pain
You don't know why You can't stop
Fight it all Obey your call
You don't mind the bruises, But you do mind the talk Conscience is coming, And it feels like you choke No turning back, Well you're aiming ahead You keep on going, until you are dead
It wasn't always like this No longer know what you miss
Sometimes it's wrong, But you love it too much It's the closest you get to some Sweet human touch Nobody knows that you're loosing control You hide it away behind: Rock and Roll!
Till the day that you're dead
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