I can't tolerate my sadness
cause i'm drowning myself
I won't allow any hapiness
To myself...

Am I forced to have any regret?
I've become the lie, the anger, the hater
In my righteous own mind
I adore and preach the insanity i gave

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

I've lost the ability to paint the clouds
I'm stuck in this slow-motion dark day

Far away is a place where I hide
the truth that have to be locked away

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