Bloody Knuckles, Broken Glass Lyrics - Singles - Otherwise

~I'm making a masterpiece, I'm gonna write my name in the wet concrete of the walkway on which I tread, on our 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 & although I'm dying inside, suffering in silence! 

~Playing a losing hand & the cards don't lie, back & forth the battles rage across this notebook page... 

~Taking control again & 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 & although I'm Dying inside, suffering in silence! 

~I'm living in the past within the shadows cast, I burn before I crash, bloody knuckles, broken glass 

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