Worn And Torn

You call me a loser
You threaten me at night
You call me a ghost
Who disappears in the lies

You call me a crawler
So many names as you like
You call me a joke
But in the end I will smile

Crucified I am alone
Oh it will hurt the most
When you are gone
Thirty eight cells satisfied paralised shocked
Oh it will hurt the most
Worn and torn

You call me a loser
You threaten me at night
You call me a ghost
Who disappears in the lies

Crucified I am alone
Oh it will hurt the most
Whеn you are gone
Thirty eight cеlls satisfied paralised shocked
Oh it will hurt the most
Worn and torn

Violent blue in the sky
Colourfulness suicide
Chosen for greeding the slaves all the time
Worn and torn