Deadweight

Parkway Drive - Deadweight

This is survival.

This is my exile.

I find no solace.

I find no solace beneath a Godless sky.

Will I find shelter in the places the Sun could never find?

Now behold the consequence,

the aftermath of ignorance,

shackled to my worthless neck.

Give me one reason to resist.

So I slip below.

I can t resist the undertow.

Because everything s turning black

and I see no hope of turning back.

Cold terror grips my lungs,

to let it in would be to accept defeat.

But what s left to fight for?

When I look inside, nothingness confronts me.

Vexed by the hands of time.

I against I.

What s left inside?

I can t resist.

No, I can feel the deadweight.

I can feel the deadweight of my soul dragging me from this world.