Woorden: Amorphis. Grieve Stricken Heart.

Your helping hand is killing me
If you see me suffer it's not your victory
Sadistic forms of new way discipline
Like I love myself I love to sin

And I want more
And I want it low
Of course you wont forgive me
But I wont crawl

Look out for number one
I pray on you it has begun
Let the night stand one thousand years
Longstanding ,everlasting
Breathless masquerade
I'm your devil in disguise

Grieve stricken heart
Calls upon you
Grieve stricken heart
My only look you fools
I love my misery too

I'm the one to see your collapse
I'm on the side of destruction
On the side of black and I love to sin
Mentally transmitted disease
Rotten wretched attraction
And I love myself