Restless

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.