More Than I'd Like To Admit    I Find Myself Leaning Towards A Stint    Of Violence To bring Some Kind Of Rest    I'm Running Down The Nameless Faces    Laughing At Me Forcing My Own Hand       It's Out There Waiting For Me    Outside Not Far Away Still Baiting At Me    Begging Me To Fight    And At The End Of The Night   I'm No Worse For The Wear    With No End In Sight    Outside It's Still Empty Waiting       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       It's Out There Waiting For Me    Outside Not Far Away Still Baiting At Me    Begging Me To Fight    And At The End Of The Night    I'm No Worse For The Wear    With No End In Sight    Outside It's Still Empty Waiting (Repeat)