Weight Of The World

Taken to the brink by a dead-end society
Why can't they hear you when you call out desperately?
Beaten to a pulp by your own ignominy
Will it really change you, or just confine you permanently?

When you feel the weight of the world
Constant pressure that needs to be purged
When you feel the weight of the world
That your own existence is not yours

Get a second wind and then it all disintegrates
Makes it hard to fathom if you're still in reality
The hesitation lays you bare before humanity
A bitter betrayal, a conscious autopsy

When you feel the weight of the world
Constant pressure that needs to be purged
When you feel the weight of the world
That your own existence is not yours

What makes the cycle so hard to break?
What makes the demons so hard to overtake?
Who will emerge from the dark and be supreme?
Who will be conquered and who'll suffer defeat?

Sometimes an innocent stare can rewrite of history
A fatal choice imposed by a soul soaked in misery

Pull the covers tight and scream
Afraid of the impending dreams
The nightmares torment your perceptibility

In the weight of the world

Your society
Your humanity
Your reality
It disintegrates