Sorrows Inside 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

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