Tell me that the casual panics will give in When I hear a scream all my friends just hear the wind
So, if anybody could prove what god must know
I’d tell myself the chances of suffering are slim
Mum said, «All men must fall,»
You can’t quit just to stay on your feet
One day you’ll see the blood on the floor
So will you sweep? Will you be swept?
It’s just so hard to believe there’s a way out of here!
FACE THE BLOOD AGAIN!
FACE THE BLOOD AGAIN AND AGAIN!
FACE THE BLOOD AGAIN!
FACE THE BLOOD, AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!
I didn’t ever think I’d be sleeping with the sharks
But everybody said I’d be perfect for that part
So, if anybody remembers my old name
Tell everybody that I will always be the same
My mother spoke the truth
She outlived all the men in the street
Knee-high in all the blood on the floor…
It’s down to this: Sink or resist;
It’s getting hard to believe there’s a way out of here!
FACE THE BLOOD AGAIN!
FACE THE BLOOD AGAIN AND AGAIN!
FACE THE BLOOD AGAIN!
FACE THE BLOOD, AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND
AGAIN!