Dead Man's Body

When you're a boy trapped in a dead man's body

The weight is far too great

Ducking and weaving with this headstone upon me

I think I'll make it through that gate

Into broad daylight where the traffic expires

And with a hint of smoke I find my way home

And I must look crazy with this load on my shoulders

I'm a tired piece of blood, sweat and bone

And do I really need to look much further, than the

Day that I think I'll die

There's a million answers to a thousand questions, do I

Even have to try

And out in the distance I see a burnt out old minefield, and it's

Called the world I couldn't care

Resting my head inside the palms of my childhood

I pause, look confused and stare

Then as I eat all of the fruit of experience

Hoping to throw off these chains

My past intentions met by real world considerations

Turns my joy into pain

And do I really have to cry this long now

This hard, so often, for real

And do I have to let the past slip by me, if I

Want to heal

When you're a boy trapped in a dead man's body

The weight is far too great

And living your life inside a dead man's body, will drive you

Completely insane

The weight is far too great, the weight is far too great...