(joy division)



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?