There's dirt on your face and there'snBlood on the floornYou've done something bad, but younDon't know for surenThe fists are all swollennYou're going insanenHopefully someone is waking in painnYou don't know whynYou can't stopnFight it allnObey your callnYou don't mind the bruises,nBut you do mind the talknConscience is coming,nAnd it feels like you chokenNo turning back,nWell you're aiming aheadnYou keep on going, until you are deadnIt wasn't always like thisnNo longer know what you missnSometimes it's wrong,nBut you love it too muchnIt's the closest you get to somenSweet human touchnNobody knows that you'renloosing controlnYou hide it away behind: Rock and Roll!nTill the day that you're dead