Weight of the World

The last man standing in our sinister charade
 Beneath the crumbling arches of our counterfeit arcade
 He nobly knelt before us, he sang our savior's chorus
 We left him spinning bloody plates upon his broken blade
 But that's just the weight of the world
 We do what we must to get by
 That's just the weight of the world
 The weak and the weary will never survive
 That's just the weight of the world
 We do what we must to stay alive
 That's just the weight of the world
 And we'll all be the weak and the weary sometime
 One woman whistling a wounded lullaby
 And preaching pain to every unsuspecting passerby
 We knew her well before this, she promised portraits of us
 We cut her throat while she was waiting for the paints to dry
 But that's just the weight of the world
 We do what we must to get by
 That's just the weight of the world
 The weak and the weary will never survive
 That's just the weight of the world
 We do what we must to stay alive
 That's just the weight of the world
 And we'll all be the weak and the weary sometime
 And in the distance, we'll hear melancholy moans
 
 The long-forgotten have a habit for collecting loans
 But that's just the weight of the world
 We do what we must to get by
 That's just the weight of the world
 The weak and the weary will never survive
 That's just the weight of the world
 We do what we must to stay alive
 That's just the weight of the world
 And we'll all be the weak and the weary sometime
 That's just the weight of the world
 That's just the weight of the world
 That's just the weight of the world
 The weak and the weary will never survive
 That's just the weight of the world
 That's just the weight of the world
 That's just the weight of the world
 And we'll all be the weak and the weary sometime