Live for the moments of victory
Giving it all ‘way for the fame
Go by divine desire
Holy flamings of inner fire
Playing by rules of hypocrisy
Reaching your goals by any means
Criticize everyone in your way
Your own flaws to deny
(flaws to deny)
Oh, you're the evil of man
Known by the blood in your hand
of thy friend
The only sign in the game that you play
The sign of the victory
No mercy
No feelings for the weaker
Stronger will survive so I take all away I can
You feel the feeling
Your ego's in the ceiling
Your harness is the suit; it makes you feel
To feel like a man
The world in a golf ball
The trend that leads their downfall
You lack the sheer originality
So play, baby, play
Boredom sets into a boring mind
Life enclosed inside your case
Toy soldier in a war made of clay
Ostracized by your tribe
(You're kicked aside)
Oh, you're the evil of man
Known by the blood in your hand
of thy friend
The only sign in the game that you play
The sign of retreat
The sign of defeat
The sign of the victory
