once again, its a friday nightnand i'm all alonenand it don't seem rightni take a walk to the corner shopnthink about what i gotni've never felt so emptynhere i am, just a shell of a mannwith bloodstained handsnand a feeling of guiltnso i'm walking, never stoppingnalways feeling, never dealingninfatuated with the blood i've spiltnnhey!nrise up tonight!nhey!nthis is your fight!nif you ever back downnyou'll find your face in the groundnkeep walking tallnmove your body to the soundnthe cold touch in the darknessnni don't know what i want anymorencause i don't know the countnand i dont know the scorenmidnight, and i'm ready to rollnand i'm out to find a victim on a late night strollnhere i am, just a shell of a mannwith bloodstained handsnand a feeling of guiltnso i'm draining and attainingnbut there's never any explainingnwhy i've had to spill the blood i've spilt