For The Glory. Drown In Blood. Worth To Try. Zeneszám

This is not worth it; The effort made will never be understood; Should I run like rat or be crushed like a bug?; tears of blood all across my face; You won't defeat me I shall set the pace: This heart is broken; This body is naked; a guilt feeling running thru thick words; This world won't get me; You won't get me in your web of lies; Not the lies you told; But the ones I've been telling to myself; Shouting at this world...You won't get the best of me...