Weight of the World

The last man standing in our sinister charade

Beneath the crumbling arches of our counterfeit arcade

He nobly knelt before us, he sang our savior's chorus

We left him spinning bloody plates upon his broken blade

But that's just the weight of the world

We do what we must to get by

That's just the weight of the world

The weak and the weary will never survive

That's just the weight of the world

We do what we must to stay alive

That's just the weight of the world

And we'll all be the weak and the weary sometime

One woman whistling a wounded lullaby

And preaching pain to every unsuspecting passerby

We knew her well before this, she promised portraits of us

We cut her throat while she was waiting for the paints to dry

But that's just the weight of the world

We do what we must to get by

That's just the weight of the world

The weak and the weary will never survive

That's just the weight of the world

We do what we must to stay alive

That's just the weight of the world

And we'll all be the weak and the weary sometime

And in the distance, we'll hear melancholy moans

The long-forgotten have a habit for collecting loans

But that's just the weight of the world

We do what we must to get by

That's just the weight of the world

The weak and the weary will never survive

That's just the weight of the world

We do what we must to stay alive

That's just the weight of the world

And we'll all be the weak and the weary sometime

That's just the weight of the world

That's just the weight of the world

That's just the weight of the world

The weak and the weary will never survive

That's just the weight of the world

That's just the weight of the world

That's just the weight of the world

And we'll all be the weak and the weary sometime