(Joy Division)    This is the room, the start of it all  No portrait so fine, only sheets on the wall  I've seen the nights, filled with bloodsport and pain  And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained  Where will it end?    These are your friends,  from childhood through youth  Who goaded you on, demanded full proof  Withdrawal pain's hard, it can do you right in  So distorted and thin, distorted and thin  Where will it end?    This is the car at the edge of the road  There's nothing disturbed,  all the windows are closed  I guess you were right, when we talked in the heat  There's no room for the weak,  no room for the weak  Where will it end?    This is the room, the start of it all  Through childhood, through youth,  I remember it all  I've seen the nights, filled with bloodsport and pain  And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained  Where will it end?