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