Bloody Knuckles, Broken Glass

(альбом: From The Roots, Vol. 2 - 2018)

I'm making a masterpiece, I'm gonna write my name
In the wet concrete of the walkway on which I tread
On a short march to meet the dead
A living catastrophe, I'm the one to blame
While the Russians in my head are playing Roulette...

Forever haunted by the truth, now I'm filled with hatred
Forever crawling back to you
But I always hold my head up high
And although I'm dying inside...
Suffering in silence!

Playing a losing hand, and the cards don't lie
Back and forth the battles rage across this notebook page
Taking control again and I'll hide my shame
But the Russians in my head are playing Roulette...

Forever haunted by the truth, now I'm filled with hatred
Forever crawling back to you
But I always hold my head up high
And although I'm dying inside...
Suffering in silence!

I'm living in the past
Within the shadow's cast
I burn before I crash
Bloody Knuckles, Broken Glass
I'm living in the past
Within the shadow's cast
I burn before I crash
Bloody Knuckles, Broken Glass

Forever haunted by the truth, now I'm filled with hatred
Forever crawling back to you
But I always hold my head up high
And although I'm dying inside...
But I always hold my head up high
And although I'm dying inside...

Suffering in silence