In Flames - Only for the Weak

I can't tolerate your sadness
Cause it's me you are drowning (you're drowning me)
I won't allow (allow) any happiness
'Cause everytime you laugh, I feel so... guilty (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 (behind)
I fall behind


And so I hear my voice again
The tale of the bitter man where I am
Shake the silence and hear what it says
The tranquil pride that 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...

Nonexistent Assailant
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Feigning ignorance becomes.

And I mean literally.

Being mean is revoltingly beautiful.

The Beautiful rejoices in sights that leaves no one wanting.

Shadows want shredded leaves. Oh yes they do.

Doing is being, seeing belies feeling.

And the lie hidden in believe has a most peculiar tang.

Pay the penultimate price; make your choice is still feigning ignorance.

No victory parades for meaning.

There are only futile revolutions.

That revel in sights that are so dear one cannot let them go.

When the stringent lights go on, and believe in me; they will.

Dreaming is seeing the best in you.