Live for the moments of victory
Giving all away for the fame
Go by the divine desire
The holy flamings of inner fire

Play by the rules of hypocrisy
Reaching your goals by any means
Criticize everyone in your way
Your own flaws to deny

Oh, you’re the evil of man
Known by the blood in your hands

Of thy friends
The only name in the game that you play:
The Sign of a Victory

“No mercy!
No feelings for the weaker
The stronger will survive;
I’ll take it all away I can”

You feel the feeling
Your ego’s in the ceiling
Your harness is your suit
It makes you feel..
..To feel like a man

The world in a golf ball
The trend that leads their downfall
You lack the sheer originality
So play, baby, play!

Boredom sets into a boring mind
Life enclosed inside your case
Toy soldiers in the world made of clay
Ostracized by your tribe

Oh, you’re the evil of man
Known by the blood in your hands
Of thy friends

The only name in the game that you play:

Sign of defeat

Sign of retreat

The Sign of a Victory