Besedila: Fc Five. Come To The End. My Strife.
You wish me any pain, the whole night through
Force out the imitations, it's my strife
The bright light will spread again, everyone wakes up
And that dazzles their eyes, you're lost in that world
So you've sucked up your will, modesty and strength
There is just fucking trash in your head
You wish me any pain, the whole night through
Force out the imitations, it's my strife
You always work against me, draw me to your side
It's so hard for me to keep on staying honest
But I'm always trying it, I'll rise up someday
The taste of underdog in your face
Go!
It's my strife!
You wish me any pain, the whole night through
Force out the imitations, it's my strife
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