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
