Aim For The Sunrise - Saints Never Surrender

Exhausted we came, exhausted we go
Struggled against a superior enemy
Our similar talent in different species
A bunch of wretch make demands
Like death, this gave no defence
Swallow your last spittle with fear
Because
This is going to hurt

This is why we're searching
For pleasure in
Misery
This is why we're searching
For pleasure in misery
Cure the emptiness
He has all you need in his treasury

Oh!
Block your brain from useless
Thinking
Fight against the disease of weakness
A white pigeon passed your left ear
Everything is waking and as

We watch those secrets fade away
Everybody needs a perfect failure
This burning progress will decay
Exhausted we came, exhausted we go
Struggled against a superior enemy
Our similar talent in different species