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 We left him spinning bloody plates
Upon his broken blade
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
We’ll all be the weak and the weary some time
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 waiting for the paint to dry
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
We’ll all be the weak and the weary some time
And in the distance we’ll here melancholy moans
The long forgotten have a habit of collecting loans
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
We’ll all be the weak and the weary some time