the blooded fists
strike again
the walls cold touch
absorb the pain
when sorry isn't enough
blood will be spilt
the walls of blood
will be built

i strain against my urge
you face i will purge
smashed to the blooded pulp
the life blood you will gulp

no song heavy enough
no way to portray
the anger welled up
but someone will pay

my fists they shake
with the audience they seek
the power i feel
my muscles they peek

the blooded fists
strike again
the walls cold touch
absorb the pain
when sorry isn't enough
blood will be spilt
the walls of blood
will be built

the drums beat the beat
to which we stamp our feet
the guitar plays the riff
the knucles so stiff

the pain i will cause
will have no pause
so run scott run
the pain plays a pun

i will catch you scott
and when i do
you pittyful life
will be through

the blooded fists
strike again
the walls cold touch
absorb the pain
when sorry isn't enough
blood will be spilt
the walls of blood
will be built

stronger, faster, smarter 
you will be made a martyer
as i run you down
throw your face to the ground

snap you legs
use them like pegs
to skewer your body
you will be sorry

my body twitches
to avenge the bitches
to break your neck
and before i forget

it's too late for sorry