Sorrows that live inside you Has power to elevate Your wishes to the Moon Accumulated hate Can become a perfect fuel It seems fun to die now But I smell victory in you Every day we have a battle to fight When we get out of bed We already feel crucified Seems funny sometimes Loser syndrome is what they say But we are millions trying the same fucking praise Sorrows that live inside you Has power to elevate Your wishes to the Moon Accumulated hate Can become a perfect fuel It seems fun to die now But I smell victory in you Sorrows that live inside you Has power to elevate Your wishes to the Moon Accumulated hate Can become a perfect fuel It seems fun to die now But I smell victory in you