Tossing and turning, nothing is right.
The fever that's burning drives you into the night.
Prowling and praying, something's got to give soon.
You find yourself baying at the light of the moon...
When you live for the night,
You've got nothing to lose,
No one to pity—
Not when the torment has taken your soul.
Lost to despair now, you run through the night;
Ashamed of your feelings, you hide from the light.
Blaming the world for the life you can't live,
Hating and hunting, you never forgive.
When you live for the night,
You've got nothing to lose,
No one to pity—
Not when the torment has taken your soul.
But one day the hunter must run like the prey.
The creature inside you can't live with the day.
But there's nowhere to run now, no family or friends.
Alone in the darkness, the pain never ends.
When you live for the night,
You've got nothing to lose,
No one to pity—
Not when the torment has taken your soul.