Paroles de Sympathy

Your sympathy for all the devils It's making me sick It's making me blind Your empathy for all the cowards It's making me sick It's making me blind You're so low You seemed to love me You know how to kiss me So sweet and delightful You should rather have me Well I'm so low Your sympathy for all the devils It's making me sick It's making me blind Your empathy for all the cowards It's making me sick It's making me blind Your sympathy for all the devils It's making me sick It's making me blind You're so low She doesn't love me She sometimes says I'm sorry She never tries to kiss me She would rather fuck me We're so low Your sympathy for all the devils, say! It's making me sick It's making me blind Your empathy for all the cowards, say! It's making me sick It's making me blind Your sympathy for all the devils, say! It's making me sick It's making me blind