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I can't tolerate your sadness,
'cause it's me you're drowning.
I won't allow any happiness,
'cause everytime you laugh, 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

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

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 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
No need for sympathy, the misery that is me
Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak
On bleeding knees 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 I accept my fate)