once again, its a friday night
and i'm all alone
and it don't seem right
i take a walk to the corner shop
think about what i got
i've never felt so empty
here i am, just a shell of a man
with bloodstained hands
and a feeling of guilt
so i'm walking, never stopping
always feeling, never dealing
infatuated with the blood i've spilt
hey!
rise up tonight!
hey!
this is your fight!
if you ever back down
you'll find your face in the ground
keep walking tall
move your body to the sound
the cold touch in the darkness
i don't know what i want anymore
cause i don't know the count
and i dont know the score
midnight, and i'm ready to roll
and i'm out to find a victim on a late night stroll
here i am, just a shell of a man
with bloodstained hands
and a feeling of guilt
so i'm draining and attaining
but there's never any explaining
why i've had to spill the blood i've spilt