Words for the Weary

I rise, I repeat
The sun will never set on me
I die, I repeat
I fry and decay in the desert heat
I doubt I believe
the same as the other part of me
I rise, I repeat
The sun is my only memory

Beside a shrunken visage I lie
On a throne of my own making where I die
Perched atop the hill
I can hear her still
She cries

I rise just to think
The sun will set eventually
Fade away, go to sleep
Just give in to gravity
Can I have your attention please?
Only write down what I repeat
I doubt you believe
A word of this so why should I speak?

A word for the weary, a word for the wise
Beware of the bastard behind your designs
Perched atop the hill
I can hear him still
He cries

And I fall
And the top is lot higher up
When you've risen this tall
And I fall
And it's not what I thought it
Would shape up to be, not at all
And perched atop the hill, I can hear him still
He cries



Credits
Writer(s): Jake Howell
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