Bloody knuckles, broken glass

I'm making a masterpiece
I'm gonna write my name in the wet concrete of the walkway on which i tread, on our short march to meet the dead

A living catastrophe, i'm the one to blame, while the russians in my head are playing roulette

Forever haunted by the truth, now i'm filled with hatred forever crawling back to you

But i always hold my head up high, although i'm dying inside, suffering in silence!

Playing a losing hand and the cards don't lie
Back and forth the battles rage across this notebook page

Taking control again and i'll hide my shame, but the russians in my head are playing roulette

Forever haunted by the truth, now i'm filled with hatred forever crawling back to you

But i always hold my head up high, although i'm dying inside, suffering in silence!

I'm living in the past within the shadows cast, i burn before i crash
Bloody knuckles, broken glass.