Shayfer James - Weight of the World | Текст песни

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• 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

(chorus)
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

(chorus)

And in the distance we’ll here melancholy moans
The long forgotten have a habit of collecting loans