(We were to ourselves. Our strength will not increase but rather we seek to improve it. We also do not have much time to dilly-dally or lengthen wishful thinking. Do what is we can with the best. The more we do best what we are capable then our ability to grow. Our strength will increase along with prayer and repentance we are not complaining of feeling weak and us. If we are feeling weak so long, "Munajat" we commonly repent and seek forgiveness, open sheets of our lives there are new rail fertilising spirit soul and source of strength ... You read this lyric ...)
I can't tolerate your sadness,
'cause it's me you're drowning.
I won't allow any happiness,
'cause everytime that you laugh, I feel so guilty
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 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
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
Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak
No need for sympathy, the misery that is me
Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak
On bleeding knees I accept my fate
Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak
No need for sympathy, the misery that is me
Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak
No need for sympathy, the misery that is me
Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak
On bleeding knees I accept my fate
Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak
No need for sympathy, the misery that is me
(Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak
On bleeding knees I accept my fate)