Weightless Lyrics

How does it feel to know that you are dying?

Will my fears of down below start multiplying?

And when I gasp out for air, is it simply not there?

I see my family and friends, and they all just shed a tear

All surrounding, I can't say a thing

Will they ever forgive me?

I am afraid of feeling weightless

Do my mistakes hold me down?

And I don't think I can continue living

So will I rise above, or be hell bound?

The red hands of fate

Have finally come down upon me

As I hear those cemetery gates

Call my name constantly

I may have made some mistakes

And now it's my price to pay

Why do I always find such clarity

After it's way too late?

What will it take, what will it be

To fill that empty part of me?

That is afraid of feeling weightless

Do my mistakes hold me down?

And I don't think I can continue living

So will I rise above, or be hell bound?

Cause the hardest part of all of it is letting go

All the times you failed to do your best

Will fade into all the rest

If we have to cut this story short

Then now it's time for me to go

But if there's somebody out there listening

I'm begging for you now to let me know

Well, as you wish, but I don't think I'm what you expected

I don't play a single hand, and have a couple in your pockets

I find it so deceitful, yet hilarious

You've played the victim so much in your life

You're convinced your a prophet

I see you're getting tired

And you wanna feel relief

But if you wanna see the other side

You'll have to get through me

To understand this peace you seek

You must first see the one it meets

Face all the pain you've ever felt

And all of it you've helped create

Cause you're so

Cunning, hypocritical

Deceptive individual

Your love is too conditional

You're hating til' you're miserable

You're living in the fictional

Mind stuck inside the chemical

So you'll never ever have to face reality

Saving you is something that

Could probably use a miracle

Cause everybody in your life

Just found you too forgivable

But luckily, I won't even

Find this remotely difficult

When I say you'll beat it out of you

I mean it literal

If you can't accept and forgive, suffering won't end

For every bitter moment, there's an equal opposite

If you're afraid, and feeling wasted

And all you're days seem to bring you down

Channel the pain, and make it something different

So they will know your name when you're not around

Sinners and saints will always point their fingers

But who's to say they aren't the same?