I'm growing cold
In this lifeless coma!
Stuck in a room of endless lies!
The truth is at my fingertips
But my arms are
Paralyzed!
Breath life into my lungs
What have I done
What have I become?
Son
(I'm breathing life into these lungs!)
What have I done?
(What have I done? What have I done? What have I done?)
Son
(I'm growing colder by the day!)
What have I done?
(What is this feeling that's inside of me?)
Am I taking
The weight off your shoulders?
Am I holding
The world on my back?
Am I taking
The weight off your back?
My bodies aching
My mind is racing at the thought
This is not my battle
All my wars have been fought!
But like the scared sheep
I fold in the presence of the wolf!
It's overwhelming
To know the truth!
Am I taking
The weight off your shoulders?
Am I holding
The world on my back?
Am I taking
The weight off your back?
Is this is the end?
Or are we searching
For something to believe?
Is this the end?
Or are we searching
For something more?
Am I taking the weight off your shoulders?
Am I holding the world on my back?
The truth is at my fingertips
But my arms are paralyzed!
Am I taking
The weight off your shoulders?
Am I holding
The world on my back?
Am I taking
The weight off your shoulders?
Am I holding
The world on my back?
Am I taking
The weight off your back?