Interpret:

Epica

Album:

The Divine Conspiracy

Compulsive expressions of your social weakness 
Vented on your countless made up enemies 


I cannot know how you feel 
When you don't say anything 


Chorus 
We don't care what you say 
We'll never join the games you play 
We won't bleed for all your sins 
We never followed your way now so 
We don't care anymore 
How you'll perform your last encore 


Your misplaced sense of superiority 
The result of your unbearable form of Vanity 


I cannot know what you see 
When you don't show anything 


Chorus 


I cannot know how you feel 
When you don't tell anything 
I cannot know what you see 
When you don't show anything 


Chorus