You call me a loser You threaten me at night You call me a ghost Who disappears in the lies You call me a crawler So many names as you like You call me a joke But in the end I will smile Crucified I am alone Oh it will hurt the most When you are gone Thirty eight cells satisfied paralised shocked Oh it will hurt the most Worn and torn You call me a loser You threaten me at night You call me a ghost Who disappears in the lies Crucified I am alone Oh it will hurt the most When you are gone Thirty eight cells satisfied paralised shocked Oh it will hurt the most Worn and torn Violent blue in the sky Colourfulness suicide Chosen for greeding the slaves all the time Worn and torn