once again, its a friday night   and i'm all alone   and it don't seem right   i take a walk to the corner shop   think about what i got   i've never felt so empty   here i am, just a shell of a man   with bloodstained hands   and a feeling of guilt   so i'm walking, never stopping   always feeling, never dealing   infatuated with the blood i've spilt      hey!   rise up tonight!   hey!   this is your fight!   if you ever back down   you'll find your face in the ground   keep walking tall   move your body to the sound   the cold touch in the darkness      i don't know what i want anymore   cause i don't know the count   and i dont know the score   midnight, and i'm ready to roll   and i'm out to find a victim on a late night stroll   here i am, just a shell of a man   with bloodstained hands   and a feeling of guilt   so i'm draining and attaining   but there's never any explaining   why i've had to spill the blood i've spilt