Boys Night Out

This is the sound of tooth against bone against cheering crowds and broken homes. this is the end of my rope, so bite down...tell me how this concrete tastes and tell me for the last time that youre sorry so i can laugh out loud as i watch you struggle; broken, bloody and barely breathing. the truth is, theres been an autumn in me and its been that way since may. yeah, ive hoped forever...diminishing myself with my unconscious. this is the end of the line...and my shoes, ripped and ruined from running, have finally found their final resting place at the base of your skull...and once again someones left to clean up your mess
[ Victor Versus The Victim Lyrics ]