Teksty: For The Glory. Survival Of The Fittest. All Alone.

In this world you force the way to go
but now its time, for me to throw the first stone
you gotta be, you gotta be number one
i'll see you die, i hear you cry you'll end up all alone

i'll see you running, i see you hiding - end up all alone
i'll see you lying, i see you dying - end up all alone

watch me rise, watch me bleed,
i won't bow down to depression, oppression
i think i got so mutch to give and take
fake words
it's my values at stake!
i'll break free and set it off
no fram, no shame
a lion in this game