Lyric

You're always good at pretending to be someone else

You're always making someone else carry the burden

So you laugh

You're always good at finding reasons to give up on your dreams

It is very easy to be the underdog

So you cry

The clock hands have long since turned

Yet you still believe that bending the hands will make things alright

Justice is crucified, and the scales' chains are twisted

You think it will work well

In the name of weakness

Unfulfilled obligations. Abused rights. It is your weapon

Devotion to a Decadence

In the name of weakness

The stench of death doesn't reach your nose at all

You believe the world will ultimately keep you alive

You still believe yourself to be an innocent being

You are an infant sleeping in the waters of fantasy

Your eyes are open, yet you refuse to see it

The shadow of “too late” is right before your eyes

A closed space, and there you are. Your thoughts are swirling

You think it will work well

In the name of weakness

Hatred of derision, and Thirst for understanding

Devotion to a saddest

In the name of weakness

Your eyes are open, yet you refuse to see it

The shadow of the end is right before your eyes

Unfulfilled obligations. Abused rights. It is your weapon

Devotion to a Decadence

In the name of weakness

Hatred of derision, and Thirst for understanding

Devotion to a saddest

In the name of weakness