Who Sang Only for the Weak? In Flames
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Credits
publisher: ©Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
writers: Anders Par Friden, Bjoern Ingvar Gelotte, Jesper Claes Haakan Stroemblad
release date: 2000-7-3
genres: Rock
styles: Death Metal/Heavy Metal
length: 4:56
producer: Fredrik Nordström and In Flames
lead vocals: Anders Fridén
arranger: Fredrik Nordström, In Flames and Anders Fridén
guitar: Jesper Strömblad and Björn Gelotte
programming: Charlie Storm
additional synthesizer: Fredrik Nordström
synthesizer: Charlie Storm
drums (drum set): Daniel Svensson
bass guitar: Peter Iwers
additional programming: Fredrik Nordström
composer: Björn Gelotte, Jesper Strömblad
lyricist: Anders Fridén
I can't tolerate your sadness
Cause it's me you're drowning
I won't allow any happiness
'Cause every time you laugh, I feel so guilty
"I blame the needs that you feed
'Cause selfish eyes would not see"
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
Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak
No need for sympathy, the misery that is me
No need for sympathy, it's only for the weak
On bleeding knees I accept my fate
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 every time you run, I fall behind
"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
Cause it's me you're drowning
I won't allow any happiness
'Cause every time you laugh, I feel so guilty
"I blame the needs that you feed
'Cause selfish eyes would not see"
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
Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak
No need for sympathy, the misery that is me
No need for sympathy, it's only for the weak
On bleeding knees I accept my fate
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 every time you run, I fall behind
"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
