Weight of the World - Sascha Paeth's Masters Of Ceremony

When the world is off the angle

And the load impends to crush

Your thin light shell to pieces

And morning never seems to come

Trapped in myself to find a way

A little path to follow

Sign of the times

Burning edges

And I cannot fall down

The weight of the world is pushing me off the hinges

But I will not fall down

Through the boundaries of conception

Pushed to always move away

From all you ever wanted

It seems like nothing’s here to stay

Each labyrinth of destiny

Will leave a thread to follow

Sign of the times

Burning edges

And I cannot fall down

The weight of the world is pushing me off the hinges

But I will not fall down

Sign of the times

Burning edges

And I cannot fall down

The weight of the world is pushing me off the hinges

But I will not fall down