Joy Division

This is the room, the start of it all,
No portrait so fine, only sheets on the wall,
Ive seen the nights, filled with bloodsport and pain,
And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained.
Where will it end? where will it end?
Where will it end? where will it end?
These are your friends from childhood, through youth,
Who goaded you on, demanded more proof,
Withdrawal pain is hard, it can do you right in,
So distorted and thin, distorted and thin.
Where will it end? where will it end?
Where will it end? where will it end?