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.

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.