just for the fame it is always the same every one needs to play this capitalistic game the taste of money and the smell of your wealth makes us sick and disbelieve in this imperfect world this is what we live for this is what we die for it s all about the money all about the fame it s all about the pleasure and resisting the pain of being on the ground and standing up again with heads held high keep on walking through the rain sick of the hypocrites sick of the pain sick of the feeling there s nothing to gain tired of all these words that you spit out of all the criticism that you shout out loud this is what what we live for this is what we die for this is what what we live for this is what we die for it s all about the money all about the fame it s all about the pleasure and resisting the pain of being on the ground and standing up again with heads held high keep on walking through the rain just for the fame it is always the same every one needs to play this capitalistic game just for the fame it is always the same every one needs to play this capitalistic game this is what what we live for this is what we die for this is what what we live for this is what we die for it s all about the money all about the fame it s all about the pleasure and resisting the pain of being on the ground and standing up again with heads held high keep on walking through the rain
['german metalcore', 'german post-hardcore', 'trancecore']