Death Of A Loser by Philiam John Impas Lyrics
Verse 1:
He is hunted
Being chased down
You could witness
Vivid traces
Of calculation
In, every move he made
(Vivid traces, calculation)
(Vivid traces, calculation)
The predators’
Eyes, ears, and instincts
Are at its keenest
They wouldn’t see him
Help a child
But, they would hear him kill it
(pop pop)
(pop)
Chorus:
He is the devil
They are the angels
Everything he does is incorrect
Anything they say is right
[And that is mu-mu-murdering him (haa)]
He is the devil
They are the angels
Everything he does is incorrect
Anything they say is right
[They are mu-mu-murdering him (ooh)]
Post Chorus:
They want the death of a loser
This is the death of a loser
(This is the death… ofaloser)
Verse 2:
He has flaws
They could name
Every single one
Playfully (Playfully)
He made mistakes
They could enu
Merate them too
Chronologically (Chronologically)
He has reasons
But they don’t know
Any
Chorus:
He is the devil
They are the angels
Everything he does is incorrect
Anything they say is right
[And that is mu-mu-murdering him (haa)]
He is the devil
They are the angels
Everything he does is incorrect
Anything they say is right
[They are mu-mu-murdering him (ooh)]
Bridge:
He is a loser
Yet doing things he thought that are right
Unavoidably leads him
To the route of quirks
Innumerable attempts and tries
Variety of strategies
Of the same game, over and over
The instigators and the trouble-makers
Still see the same shit and talk the same shit
He can’t contain it any longer
So, from their mouths, he detached his ears
It wasn’t easy ‘cause he still hears murmurs
But as he continues on doing good things
He becomes happier, better than ever
And that is the death of a loser, indeed
Chorus:
He is the devil
They are the angels
Everything he does is incorrect
Anything they say is right
He was the devil (or so it seemed)
They were the angels (or so they thought)
Everything he did was incorrect (in their eyes)
Anything they said was right (in their minds)
He is hunted
Being chased down
You could witness
Vivid traces
Of calculation
In, every move he made
(Vivid traces, calculation)
(Vivid traces, calculation)
The predators’
Eyes, ears, and instincts
Are at its keenest
They wouldn’t see him
Help a child
But, they would hear him kill it
(pop pop)
(pop)
Chorus:
He is the devil
They are the angels
Everything he does is incorrect
Anything they say is right
[And that is mu-mu-murdering him (haa)]
He is the devil
They are the angels
Everything he does is incorrect
Anything they say is right
[They are mu-mu-murdering him (ooh)]
Post Chorus:
They want the death of a loser
This is the death of a loser
(This is the death… ofaloser)
Verse 2:
He has flaws
They could name
Every single one
Playfully (Playfully)
He made mistakes
They could enu
Merate them too
Chronologically (Chronologically)
He has reasons
But they don’t know
Any
Chorus:
He is the devil
They are the angels
Everything he does is incorrect
Anything they say is right
[And that is mu-mu-murdering him (haa)]
He is the devil
They are the angels
Everything he does is incorrect
Anything they say is right
[They are mu-mu-murdering him (ooh)]
Bridge:
He is a loser
Yet doing things he thought that are right
Unavoidably leads him
To the route of quirks
Innumerable attempts and tries
Variety of strategies
Of the same game, over and over
The instigators and the trouble-makers
Still see the same shit and talk the same shit
He can’t contain it any longer
So, from their mouths, he detached his ears
It wasn’t easy ‘cause he still hears murmurs
But as he continues on doing good things
He becomes happier, better than ever
And that is the death of a loser, indeed
Chorus:
He is the devil
They are the angels
Everything he does is incorrect
Anything they say is right
He was the devil (or so it seemed)
They were the angels (or so they thought)
Everything he did was incorrect (in their eyes)
Anything they said was right (in their minds)