THE WEIGHT

We think we live but still cant breathe.

We build our walls, the circle is closing in.

Tried to refuse, tried to resist.

Want to escape - cant break out of it!

The things we do, they all mean shit.

A pressure to fit in you cant fucking quit!

Tried to refuse, tried to resist but

i cant hide and my mind is going to die .

The Weight that pulls us down!

Im gonna get out of control, now!



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