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.