This is the room, the start of it all
  No portrait so fine - only sheets on the wall
  I've seen the nights, filled with bloodsport and pain
  And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained
  Where will it end? --
  
  These are your friends, from childhood through youth
  Who goaded you on, demanded full proof
  Withdrawal pain's hard - it can do you right in
  So distorted and thin, distorted and thin
  Where will it end? --
  
  This is the car at the edge of the road
  There's nothing disturbed - all the windows are closed
  I guess you were right, when we talked in the heat
  There's no room for the weak, no room for the weak
  Where will it end? --
  
  This is the room, the start of it all
  Through childhood, through youth, I remember it all
  I've seen the nights, filled with bloodsport and pain
  And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained
  Where will it end? --