Lyrics: Epica. Menace Of Vanity.

Comprehensive expressions of your social weakness
Frantic type, your complex
We get rid of it

When you don't know how you feel;
When you don't say anything;
We don't care what you say
We'll never call for need too late
We won't bleed for all your sins
We never followed you because
So we don't care anymore
And you performed your last encore

You must pretend of superiority
The reason of your ignoble form of vanity

When you don't know how you feel;
When you don't say anything;
We don't care what you say

We'll never call for need too late
We won't bleed for all your sins
We never followed you because
So we don't care anymore
And you performed your last encore

When you don't know how you feel;
When you don't say anything;
When you don't know what you see;
When you don't show anything;
We don't care what you say
We'll never call for need too late
We won't bleed for all your sins
We never followed you because
So we don't care anymore
And you performed your last encore