Fracasso

Success has many fathers
But failure is an orphan
To those who suffer, heaven will come
Calm the rage

What I carry on my shoulders is mine and mine alone
I bear it without begging for blessings or pity
More vile is to scorn what you can’t have

You live so scattered, looking around too much
You don’t see that the future is yours to make
Because failure has gone to your head

You blame others for what you don’t have anymore
You call the grapes sour, but you can’t find peace
Because failure has gone to your head

The conductor spoke well
The offense is personal
Who points out the traitor
Is the one who was betrayed

You already know what it’s like to fall, at least you tried to stand
And, a victim of yourself, you scorn what you’ll never have
The greenest grass is always beyond what you can have

You live so scattered, looking around too much
You don’t see that the future is yours to make
Because failure has gone to your head

You blame others for what you don’t have anymore
You call the grapes sour, but you can’t find peace
Because failure has gone to your head

You live so scattered, looking around too much
You don’t see that the future is yours to make
Because failure has gone to your head

You blame others for what you don’t have anymore
You call the grapes sour, but you can’t find peace
Because failure has gone to your head

Ah, because failure has gone to your head
Ah, because failure has gone to your head