Day of the Lords
This is the room, the start of it allNo portraits so fine, only sheets on the wallI've seen the nights filled with bloodsport and painAnd the bodies obtainedWhere will it end?
These are your friends from childhood, through youthWho goaded you on, demanded full proofWithdrawal pain is hard, it can do you right inSo distorted and thinWhere will it end?
This is the car at the edge of the roadThere's nothing disturbed, all the windows are closedI guess you were right, when we talked in the heatThere's no room for the weakWhere will it end?
This is the room, the start of it allThrough childhood, thorugh youth, I remember it allI've seen the nights filled with bloodsport and painAnd the bodies obtainedWhere will it end?