Letra da Música Fake Flory de The Imperial Betrayer

Fake glory that destroys
Making (Getting) to the top, of your own ego
Shit coz it's bad, when you've already completed your mission
Redemption and renovation are things that kill you every day, involve you like a gray boll and eliminate you in the end
What we be through and stand, makes us better, the voice, each sufferer scream to echo and, in the end, in the deepest cliff, a desperate outcry saying:
SOS, SOS, SOS (Help, Help, Help)
What to do, what to say, what's gonna be, when nothing else and nobody else listens or see you
Welcome to the daily war within..Shit, it's not that bad anymore, with this fake mission accomplished, cut my head off, this insanity about something to happen or even to wanna win, but when i open my eyes among that pool of blood...
i realize i just wanted to die..shit