Candidate (Piccadilly Radio session) lyrics
by Joy Division
Forced by the pressure, the territories marked
No longer the pleasure, I've since lost the heart
Corrupted from memory, relinquish the power
It's creeping up slowly, that last fatal hour
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