Weight Of The Sun (Or The Post-Modern Prometheus) – …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of DeadBy How much funTo be drifting alongWith the weight of the sun on my headNot covered in sadAs I sketch with my penAnd I brace for the troubles aheadSlowlike the weight of the bowtense your arm as you pull the string backDon’t be fooled by the lightLet the fear guide your eyeAs your arrow burns into their timeYou will payYou will pay for your new soulDownThrough a hole in the groundLet the ferryman carry you backTo the winter queen’s homeIn the shadow aboadWhere you learn to become one of them andYou dress and cover their shoesplay a lyre in the house of the deadMakes the ferryman sighWith chagrin in his eyeAnd he lets you return back to the timeYou will payYou will pay now that you cameYou will payYou will pay for your new soul www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20