Weight - Another Breath

When the clock strikes twelve and it’s all been done

Heavy lies the weight on the shoulders of the chosen one

One more night on the run

Then I’ll carry my cross for hours, days, weeks, months

And I’ll die like a martyr

I walk.

I walk.

I walk.

Alone

I have born witness

I know the way

But I will be buried under this weight

When the bottle runs dry and the devil escapes

I will be buried under this weight