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)