Candidate (Live at The Factory)

[Verse 1] Forced by the pressure The territories marked No longer the pleasure I've since lost the heart Corrupted from memory No longer the power It's creeping up slowly The last fatal hour Oh, I don't know what made me [Verse 2] Please keep your distance The trail leads to here There's blood on your fingers Brought on by fear I campaigned for nothing I worked hard for this I tried to get to you You treat me like this