Outsider

Nothing to fight for
Future is bleak
Not fit to live

All his dreams already dead
What’s wrong with this world?
No hope, no faith, no passion
What am I doing here?

All these people, they're so strange
All these people, or is it me?

Feeling like a loser, whatever I do
I will never be good enough
Always an outsider, I will sort it all
I have a plan!

Only one small spark, in the endless dark
Finally I'm doing what, I'm realy sure about
Leaving car and money, pills all that behind
You, can’t stop me now!

All these people, they're so strange
All these people, or is it me?

The Game

Balls Deep

Agony And Death

One Last Time

Despair Redeemer

Fade Into Light

Winter Descends

Blissful End Of Hope