It's black & it's white

In Flames, y'r 2000

I adore and preach the insanity you gave to me

Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak
No need for sympathy, the misery that is me

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 everytime that you run, I fall behind

you're hot n cold

midsummer 2007


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