The World On My Back

You of little faith rest your head on rocks
Made of steel, made of lies, made of bed-ridden resort
Chairs stuck to ceilings from making things rhyme
Blood rush to the head, mind flooded in lost maps

How come you give up so easily, like the lightning
To the ground, there must be the easiest way
It's dangerous to walk down simple staircases
Because there's nothing supporting you when you fall

Dread and chains coloured with black and pain
Must be home when there's no where to go
You're the believer, but what if you made me Jesus
It's the end, the end of my dream of you and lights

Steal the spotlight to show you're only wrong
The world of a life feels on the top of my spine
But the crashing comes down until there's a remain
The presence of God lingers, and it's all we have left