作词 : Gelotte, Strömblad
I  can't  tolerate  your  sadness
cause  it's  me  you're  drowning
I  won't  allow  any  hapiness
cause  everytime  you  laugh,I  feel  so  guilty,I  feel  so  guilty
Am  I  forced  to  have  any  regret?
I've  become  the  lie,beutiful  and  free
In  my  righteous  own  mind
I  adore  and  preach  the  insanity  you  gave
Sell  me  the  infection,it's  only  for  the  weak
No  need  for  sympathy,the  misery  that  is  me
I've  lost  the  ability  to  paint  the  clouds
cause  it's  me  you're  draining
I'm  stuck  in  this  slow-motion  dark  day
cause  everytime  you  run,I  fall  behind,I  fall  behind
And  so  I  hear  my  voice  again
The  tale  of  the  bitter  man,here  I  am
Shake  the  silence  and  hear  what  it  says
The  tranquil  pride  that  become  the  lie
Sell  me  the  infection,it's  only  for  the  weak
No  need  for  sympathy,the  misery  that  is  me
Sell  me  the  infection,it's  only  for  the  weak
On  bleeding  knees,oh  I  accept  my  fate
Sell  me  the  infection,it's  only  for  the  weak
No  need  for  sympathy,the  misery  that  is  me
Sell  me  the  infection,it's  only  for  the  weak
On  bleeding  knees,oh  I  accept  my <-2>fate