151. The Weight Of The World On My Shoulders

Sit under a rainbow and tell a story
This should be a tune of utter glory.
The fact of the matter is that nothing much goes
The way as was once perceived.
One day before Halloween
The bells ring clear around my head
It's one year coming for the news.
Little under a year that you wound up dead.

The weight of my world on my shoulders.
I feel like I'm getting so much older.
The fate of mankind shall never be sold.
For the silver and gold within this two bit town.

The bear that we loved has been tainted
The gains that are made are isolated.
Oral sex is in the observation of the receiver.
The lack of the matter is they are the ones deceived.
Anything to please their partner.
Their father mother, son or daughter.
All are relative in the end.
The story goes that wealth should be shared.

The weight of my world on my shoulders.
I feel like I'm getting so much older.
The fate of mankind shall never be sold.
For the silver and gold within this two bit town.

But the moral rings in eternal light;
They never know what's wrong or right.
The golden showers that were once the priority
Are now classed within the minority.

The "bitch" don't know what she become.
We've gotta hold steady.
And lead them on.
Are you ready?