so sick to death of tension
maybe that's a sign on the right path
i tried many times

to ease and complete my idea
forever hungry for difference
forever sad


oh what i need
is a little love for this

or down to hell i go

but when i finally wash it clean

there's dust in other corners
i tried a billion times
to leave it before it leaves me

and if it all crashes down
maybe i'm the last man standing


oh what i need
is a little love for this
or down to hell i go

oh what i need
is a little feeling for you
or down to hell i go


this angry man down my lungs
does his evil look

oh yeah
through dust and smoke
he points his finger

the last man standing