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"Weight Of The Sun (Or The Post-Modern Prometheus)"

How much fun
To be drifting along
With the weight of the sun on my head

And all covered in sad
As I sketch with my pen
And I brace for the troubles ahead

Slow
Let the weight of the bow
Take your arm as you pull the string back

Don't be fooled by the light
Let the fear guide your eye
As your arrow burns into their soul

You will pay
You will pay for your new soul

Down
Through a hole in the ground
Let the ferryman carry you back

To the winter queen's home
In her shadow abode
Where you learn to become one of them

And you
Dress in cobbler shoes
Play your lyre in the house of the dead

Makes the ferryman sigh
With chagrin in his eye
And he lets you return back to the time

You will pay
You will pay now that you came

You will pay
You will pay for your new soul

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