C#                                  G#
More than I'd like to admit, I find myself leaning towards a stint
   F#                             G#
of violence to bring some kind of rest
  C#                      G#                F#   
I'm running down nameless faces laughing at me
               G#
forcing my own hand

Chorus
G#             C#          G#  C# G# F#
It's out there waiting for me 
F#                             C#      G#  C# G# F#
outside not far away still baiting me 
F#                             C#         G#   C# G# F#
begging me to fight and at the end of the night
F#                                C#     G#   C# G# F#
I'm no worse for the wear with no end in sight
F#           C#          G#         C#
Outside it's still empty waiting oooh

Verse 2
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