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.