When you carry the weight of worlds
Soak up like a sponge
Wring out the pain
Wash over a lie
Smile
There are many forms to the sickness
My mind is fogged up cloud mist
Leaking imagination
Bleeding color
Gray

You're sweet talking misery
And death wants a try
We'll all take turns, spin this wheel
We'll never ask why

Come dear, walk with me
I'll show you a world that will bring you to your knees
The souls are dark the sun is low
A record we spin we spin, oh
We'll take our chances dizzy and scratched
Sometimes your the candle sometimes your the match

And it's one am and my eyes are wide
My heads ******
Thoughts are like car tires
Pulled out of the muck
Mind formed on brain mounds
Matter and debris
Burnt rubber
Whispers in the corner
Soft enough to make you scream  
We live
We love
We succumbed to this wondrous disease