More Than I'd Like To Admit 

I Find Myself Leaning Towards A Stint 

Of Violence To bring Some Kind Of Rest 

I'm Running Down The Nameless Faces 

Laughing At Me Forcing My Own Hand 



It's Out There Waiting For Me 

Outside Not Far Away Still Baiting At Me 

Begging Me To Fight 

And At The End Of The Night

I'm No Worse For The Wear 

With No End In Sight 

Outside It's Still Empty Waiting 



There's Blood Being Drawn Tonight

And In My Own Home It Started A Fight 

With An Old Friend A Familiar Face 

It's Winning Now Got Me Guessing 

Laughing At Me Forcing My Own Hand 



It's Out There Waiting For Me 

Outside Not Far Away Still Baiting At Me 

Begging Me To Fight 

And At The End Of The Night 

I'm No Worse For The Wear 

With No End In Sight 

Outside It's Still Empty Waiting (Repeat)