Weakness in a world of progress A montage of myself And it's alchemy What I see When all I give you is honesty And nothing And if it hurts to show I at least have my backbone I have no other but you I have no other but you I must say I'm stranded Abrasive to touch and left on a stool To watch them, complete them And not be bothered to have lost my rule To think is to dream when You've lost control of outcomes too From this day my weakness Just serves to be another excuse Though in the end we always lose Though in the end we always lose