Fighting Gravity (Ref. 2)

If everything leaned against the weight of it-

Atlas would twist a wrist to carry it-

I'm fighting gravity within-

 

The weight of this

The weight of that

It's riddled thick with heavy tact-

If riddle fits, then riddle fact-

I've scribbled shit I can't redact-

I cannot carry all of this.....

GRAVITY!

 

 

Chorus:

 

Now I cannot carry myself with the weight of myself-

I cannot carry this gravity-

I cannot hold it again-

It's underneath my own skin-

And now I'm fighting this gravity-

 

 

Swerving left

Swerving right-

Riddled hands

Riddle twice-

 

A pant-o-mime is what's implied-

A cavalcade of weighted plight-

 

The weight of this

The weight of that-

It's riddled thick with heavy tact-

If riddles fit, then riddle fact-

I've scribbled shit I can't redact-

 

Swerving left

Swerving right-

Riddled hands

Riddle twice-

 

A pant-o-mime of what's implied-

A cavalcade of weighted plight-

 

I cannot carry this...

I cannot carry this...

GRAVITY!