The Winner — Roland Grapow

We all have to climb a ladder Don't use the one-way street to hell Friends deceive without cold sweat Tell me what we're fighting for

Kicking chumbs like wretched sinners Praise ourselves to the highest point God said he would send the messiah But Satan closed the door

No more compromise, we pay the price Make everything undone We're ready for sacrifice

Chorus:

Reach out your hand, you'll be the winner Let's try to catch the caravan of lies If you stay so blind, you'll be the sinner We have to change to be born again

Like a sniper fire of demons When we're merging our souls We shed the blood of our saviour Blind leading the blind

Here we stand as reborn brothers No more chasing our tails Try to find the kingdom of perception But no one sees the sign

No more disguise, let's realise Let's go against the grain and try to optimise