積分
歌詞
Heavy lies the head of the altruist because they wouldn't ask for what they
won't receive
Though their actions may be bold all the grateful have grown old
And those models haven't sold for a century
Exile is the way of benevolence while the cynics won't believe in selfless
deeds
Sighting motive and deceit in an act of decency
Projecting skeptic disbelief in the misery
