| Song | Only The Weak |
| Artist | Monty Are I |
| Album | Wall Of People |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Aiello, Monty Are I | |
| From the ground I see them standing above with a sinister look. | |
| Left me here, but what they don't know--I've got the will in my blood. | |
| And it's the heartless versus souls, and one will stand. | |
| But it's only the weak. They wait for glory to appear, and they fail. | |
| It's the victory they seek. They lack the passion to prevail. | |
| But not us, only the weak. Start the burning, it's a fight that they find. | |
| They didn't see this beginning. My blistered hands show with persistence and time. | |
| The struggle's worth every minute. | |
| Like a hand print in cement, we made a mark in the road. | |
| We finally made it to the end, cause we've got the will in our blood. | |
| WE OVERCAME THIS ON OUR OWN. | |
| And so it seems, in the end we'll still remain. |
| zuo qu : Aiello, Monty Are I | |
| From the ground I see them standing above with a sinister look. | |
| Left me here, but what they don' t knowI' ve got the will in my blood. | |
| And it' s the heartless versus souls, and one will stand. | |
| But it' s only the weak. They wait for glory to appear, and they fail. | |
| It' s the victory they seek. They lack the passion to prevail. | |
| But not us, only the weak. Start the burning, it' s a fight that they find. | |
| They didn' t see this beginning. My blistered hands show with persistence and time. | |
| The struggle' s worth every minute. | |
| Like a hand print in cement, we made a mark in the road. | |
| We finally made it to the end, cause we' ve got the will in our blood. | |
| WE OVERCAME THIS ON OUR OWN. | |
| And so it seems, in the end we' ll still remain. |
| zuò qǔ : Aiello, Monty Are I | |
| From the ground I see them standing above with a sinister look. | |
| Left me here, but what they don' t knowI' ve got the will in my blood. | |
| And it' s the heartless versus souls, and one will stand. | |
| But it' s only the weak. They wait for glory to appear, and they fail. | |
| It' s the victory they seek. They lack the passion to prevail. | |
| But not us, only the weak. Start the burning, it' s a fight that they find. | |
| They didn' t see this beginning. My blistered hands show with persistence and time. | |
| The struggle' s worth every minute. | |
| Like a hand print in cement, we made a mark in the road. | |
| We finally made it to the end, cause we' ve got the will in our blood. | |
| WE OVERCAME THIS ON OUR OWN. | |
| And so it seems, in the end we' ll still remain. |