I feel as if the worlds on my shoulders,
And it has been for far too long.
Chained and stuck here like an animal.
While slowly everything rusts into decay,
Still I'm stuck here yet another day.
Tired and moaning, the rivers growing.
I know somewhere below the rust,
There is a beautiful world flowing.
If only I could break these chains,
And leave this world of hatred behind.
Then maybe I'd glow down below the rust,
With the beautiful creatures showing
Off their beautiful kind of trust,
Up here where the worlds on my shoulders,
The creatures aren't beautiful anything.
They're told to be evil to anyone knowing.
If only I could go below the rust,
I know everything would be better.
