The weight of the world
can break your back, they tell us not to care, well...
The lighter you see and hear
the less it seems you must bear
Must you truly think of yourself first?
Or carry pain like we have someone to hurt?
You won´t float off this earth
No insect or baboon
if you don´t have an ounce of faith
You´ll need a balloon to lift you.
As useful as luck has been so far
full of hope your prayers must have been heard somewhere
The mindless rejoice in sports and cars
Poxy distractions from their all time low, creep up on them fear!
But I swear to you the evidence you seek is fleeting
Is temporary and suddenly snatched up before you can prove anything
Faith the hairy dog carries the dust of truth and spreads it as he runs and shakes
And if you, you Lucky ant just happen to be underneath with the world upon your back
Well, then some miracle or epiphany will take your mind off the weight of it
While everybody else calls you crazy.
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