Winner (Or Not)

Look at them, leaving
And cry your soul out
Promises don't make sense to you
And your words don't mean a thing
Always, it's all for you
You'd like it better to watch them die
As you are walking out the door
These words will slip to the back of your mind
Get on your knees like you always will
And join the army of the unfulfilled
Leave your heart pounding in your chest
As the rest will grow
This intricate plan in my head will
See to your failure in the end
This intricate plan in my head will
See to your failure in the end
You won't have a second chance
Just your tears
Not even one
No one's around you anymore
No hand, no chance to help
You're from now on all alone
In front of your remorses
No one's around you anymore
No hand, no chance to help
You're from now on all alone
In front of your remorses
F*ck
Rotting in our asphalt burial
Smothering the precious flame
The weak have blinded our wisdom
Instilled the portrait's promise
Conforming words consume our feeble minds alike
Fueling the giant atrocity mutually
Feel it moving
Your life is coming to an end