Testo: 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