[K. Vanderhoof / K. Arrington / R. Munroe] You're caught in a vice by your own device, torment and pressure, a way of life You felt the stardom and tasted the fruit, you claw your way back It's all that you can do Falling from grace, so many have done, get to the top and bask in the sun Make some mistakes, it's part of the game, when you play it everything's to gain The weight of the world upon your shoulders, it's the weight of the world The struggle within archaic desire, claim your right and devour All that surrounds you, all you can take, don't let your last Be your last mistake The pressure is building, the vice becomes tighter, under the gun and into the fire Burning and burning, no escape to be found The weight of the world is keeping you down The weight of the world upon your shoulders The pressure is building, an unwilling soldier The weight of the world is keeping you down Oh, your world is crashing down to the ground
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