Turn away, don't look at me
Cut your throat, with a broken dream
Can't you smell the spite on my breath?
The festering hatred (And the) rotting in my chest?
I gotta swing my fists
I'll shed blood, before I shed a tear
Laugh in your face, when it's riddled with fear
All I can offer is this body of rage
And you are the target, that's imposing on me
The violence in our minds, it can't be pacified
I can't drown it out, I gotta, I gotta, gotta satisfy
I gotta swing my fists
Hear the clamour of the boots behind you
It's the wild eyed menace
Of the wasted youth
Hit the ground running
But you're not going anywhere
Carve it in the walls
For the proof that I was here
The violence in our minds, It can't be pacified
I can't drown it out, I gotta, I gotta, gotta satisfy
I gotta swing my - fists