I never understand In a world full of mockery Where wounds blossom Violence and tears My blood is different from yours It becomes fluid, and so much time To sneer To sneer To sneer To be the winner we imagine, to be the strong we think of To be the rich we force, to be the winner we think of Only the winner we believe in, only the strong we trust The rich, we believe, to be the winner we trust I’m starting to get tired of hearing words I’m starting to get sick of hearing your stories I’m so tired of hope I’m starting to feel nauseous hearing your stories Ho-oh-ho-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh We forget the freshness of the conscience The battle is death It doesn't end the story It doesn't heal the wounds We can't escape from conscience From love, from wounds, and from time To share To share, yeah To be the winner we think of, to be strong, we imagine To be the rich we force, to be the winner we think of To be the winner we believe in, only the strong we believe in The rich, we believe, only the winner we trust I’m starting to get tired of hearing words I’m starting to get sick of hearing your stories I’m starting to get bored with hope I’m starting to feel nauseous hearing your stories I’m starting to get tired of hearing stories I’m starting to get sick of hearing words I’m starting to get tired of hope I’m starting to feel nauseous hearing your stories, oh-oh-oh I’m so tired of hearing words I’m so sick of hearing your hopes I’m so tired of hearing hopes I’m so nauseous hearing your stories, oh-oh-oh