I can't tolerate your sadness
Cause it's me you are drowning
(you're drowning me)
I won't allow any happiness
Cause everytime you laugh, I feel so guilty
I feel so guilty
Am I forced to have any regret
I've become the lie, beautiful and free
In my righteous own mind
I adore and preach the insanity you gave to me
Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me
I've lost the ability to paint the clouds
Cause it's me you're draining
(you're draining me)
I'm stuck in this slow-motion dark tale
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've become the lie
Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me
Sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
On bleeding knees, oh, I accept my fate
Sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me
Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
On bleeding knees, oh, I accept my fate
Sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me
Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
On bleeding knees...
Writer(s): Jesper Claes Haakan Stroemblad, Bjoern Ingvar Gelotte, Anders Par Friden
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