For weak (feat. Christine from Deathember Flower & New York from Fly)
"For weak"
Still in self-destruction I don't need your help hand, In my perfect world there's place only for the weak, Having hidden my sorrow under the smiling pale mask I've became the lie in which you're sinking
Am I alive? In my righteous own mind I am dead I am the insect that divides you from the light Tired of the tribulations will all these trials make me stronger?
In this selfish life's race I've lost my true face If I could survive I'd rise from my knees My world deep within me Falls apart on pieces I'm balancing between good and evil
My path seems so endless for me Reality splinters have painfully stuck into my hands With which I'd touched the past... Now when my hope has died Whether I can find a shelter in darkness? Whether I can find a consolation in silence?
Am I alive? In my righteous own mind I am dead I am the insect that divides you from the light Tired of the tribulations will all these trials make me stronger?