paroles de chanson Here I Go Again - Body Count
Another
night
I
sit
alone
in
the
dark
I
can′t
remember
my
name,
I
stalk
streets
and
parks
Shame
on
the
victims
whose
lifes
intersect
with
mine
Massive
contusions,
rivers
of
crimson
wine
Dismemberments
is
all
that
I'm
remembering
Bloodstains,
pieces
of
brains
under
my
fingernails
Screams,
kicks,
fights,
bruises,
and
yells
Nobody
lives
so
nobody
tells
I
wake
up
in
my
house
all
alone
Bloody
sheets,
mud
on
my
feet
Next
to
me,
utensils
of
death,
I
can′t
front
son
Knives,
razor
blades,
axes,
and
guns
Look
in
my
chest,
I
got
this
ill
ass
cut
I
get
the
needle
and
thread
and
sew
it
up
Raise
the
shades
and
it's
night
again
You'll
hear
the
shouts
Here
I
go
again,
check
me
out
Here
I
go
again,
check
me
out
Here
I
go
again,
check
me
out
Here
I
go
again,
check
me
out
Two
ladies
out
late
walking
their
dogs
They′re
old,
the
city
is
damned
from
the
fault
I
approach
from
the
back
with
the
speed
of
a
shark
Cloaked
by
dark,
I
rip
their
backs
apart
The
violence
is
incredibly
sexual
to
me
I′m
a
blood
fiend,
makes
me
bust
nuts
in
my
jeans
Yeah,
I
think
I
want
to
keep
their
heads
I
love
to
peel
off
their
faces
and
wear
their
dead
skin
to
bed
The
dogs
bark
and
bite
at
my
feet
As
I
leave
they
drag
their
headless
bodies
down
the
street
I
make
it
home,
take
a
bath
The
water
turns
red
in
the
aftermath
I
wake
again
and
it's
night
I
passed
out,
no
doubt
Here
I
go
again,
check
me
out
Here
I
go
again,
check
me
out
Here
I
go
again,
check
me
out
Here
I
go
again,
check
me
out
Make
it
stop
Make
the
voices
stop
Make
it
stop,
please
Stop
My
mind
echoes
with
voices
of
terror
My
next
victim
is
in
the
mirror
Seems
like
I′ve
seen
him
before,
I
can't
quite
recollect
All
I
know
is
that
the
voices
say
"Slice
his
neck"
I
cut
off
his
hand,
the
blood
sprayed
from
his
wrist
And
burst,
it
felt
warm
when
it
quenched
my
thirst
I
stabbed
him
in
the
eye
with
my
knife
made
of
surgical
steel
Oh
what
a
feel
Electrical
shocks
ripped
my
brain
Pain
like
I
never
felt
before,
sweet
pain
I
love
it,
I
love
it
and
I
want
more
Pulled
out
my
straight
razor
blade
in
his
juggular
I′m
looking
at
the
ceiling
now
I
wonder
where
he
went
and
how
He
couldn't
escape,
not
in
that
state
I
transcended
through
the
gates
of
hell
and
met
my
soul
mate
South
of
heaven
and
the
devil
is
my
final
vouch
You′ll
hear
the
shouts
Here
I
go
again,
check
me
out
Here
I
go
again,
check
me
out
Here
I
go
again,
check
me
out
Here
I
go
again,
check
me
out
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