Sometimes it seems this pain is all that I'll ever know.
The endless years on earth and not a single place that feels like home.
Between the guilty eyes, the crooked tongues and lies
I've grown accustomed to being alone.
Born and raised to see this world's demise.
I find myself - six feet deep every time that I close my eyes.
Every day - another struggle to survive.
Forever out of step, left with the same strain - trying to last another night.
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Promise to wake me when I can find peace after all the desperate days.
No time can cure the weight of this world.
I won't open my eyes to face their pain and wicked ways.
We're all destined to suffer, framed by life, cursed by birth.
No time can cure the weight of the world - weight of the world.