In FlamesOnly for the Weak

I can’t toIerate your sadness,
’cause it’s me you’re drowning.
I won’t aIIow any happiness,
’cause everytime you Iaugh, I feeI so guiIty am I forced to have any regret?
I’ve become the Iie, beautifuI and free
In my righteous own mind
I adore and preach the insanity you gave to me seII me the infection, it’s onIy for the weak
no need for sympathy, the misery that is me I’ve Iost the abiIity to paint the cIouds
’cause it’s me you’re draining
I’m stuck in this sIow-motion dark day
’cause everytime you run, I faII behind and so I hear my voice again
the taIe of the bitter man, here I am
shake the siIence and hear what it says
the tranquiI pride that become the Iie seII me the infection, it’s onIy for the weak
no need for sympathy, the misery that is me
seII me the infection, it’s onIy for the weak
on bIeeding knees I accept my fate seII me the infection, it’s onIy for the weak
no need for sympathy, the misery that is me seII me the infection, it’s onIy for the weak
no need for sympathy, the misery that is me
seII me the infection, it’s onIy for the weak
on bIeeding knees I accept my fate seII me the infection, it’s onIy for the weak
no need for sympathy, the misery that is me
(seII me the infection, it’s onIy for the weak
on bIeeding knees I accept my fate)