Word Sits Heavy - Typecast

Eager and sharply dressed

Every step is sure and pressed

Longing has ended

Spirits high and ready to go

Despite the fact;

the movements are slow

Under the favor of the summer sky

Is time well spent?

no time to die

Word sits heavy, unable

Push back the tears and they always take too long

Eager and sharply dressed

Every step is sure and pressed

Under the favor of the summer sky

Spirits high, tell self, deny

The word sits heavy, unable

Push back the tears and they always take too long

Price to pay for happiness

Well never know

Knock on the door

This time its death

Is this the reward?

Punishment for what I am

Is this the reward?