Bloody Knuckles, Broken Glass - Otherwise

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 (past) within the shadow’s cast

I burn before I crash, (crash) bloody knuckles, broken glass

I’m living in the past (past) within the shadow’s cast

I burn before I crash, (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!