Weight of the World - Shayfer James

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