one day i passed the death
and i realize life is a game

but i swear i´m not good at winning games
so i still give up, and try to realize that losers always blame

They told me it´s normal living like that
but i think it´s a shame

Oh how i hate to hate
the feelings control my life

It´s a humanright to hurt someone
and thats the way it will be done

But we fight for nothing
except for being always right
It´s more important than the death

We think justice is to protect our lives but it turns
to let them suffer to death

we all have fears
but those would be dangerous for someoneelse.