Arkangela - Weightless

How does it feel to know that you are dying?
Will my fears of down below start multiplying?
And when I gasp out for air, is it simply not there?
I see my family and friends, and they all just shed a tear
All surrounding, I can't say a thing
Will they ever forgive me?
I am afraid of feeling weightless
Do my mistakes hold me down?
And I don't think I can continue living
So will I rise above, or be hell bound?
The red hands of fate
Have finally come down upon me
As I hear those cemetery gates
Call my name constantly
I may have made some mistakes
And now it's my price to pay
Why do I always find such clarity
After it's way too late?
What will it take, what will it be
To fill that empty part of me?
That is afraid of feeling weightless
Do my mistakes hold me down?
And I don't think I can continue living
So will I rise above, or be hell bound?
Cause the hardest part of all of it is letting go
All the times you failed to do your best
Will fade into all the rest
If we have to cut this story short
Then now it's time for me to go
But if there's somebody out there listening
I'm begging for you now to let me know
Well, as you wish, but I don't think I'm what you expected
I don't play a single hand, and have a couple in your pockets
I find it so deceitful, yet hilarious
You've played the victim so much in your life
You're convinced your a prophet
I see you're getting tired
And you wanna feel relief
But if you wanna see the other side
You'll have to get through me
To understand this peace you seek
You must first see the one it meets
Face all the pain you've ever felt
And all of it you've helped create
Cause you're so
Cunning, hypocritical
Deceptive individual
Your love is too conditional
You're hating til' you're miserable
You're living in the fictional
Mind stuck inside the chemical
So you'll never ever have to face reality
Saving you is something that
Could probably use a miracle
Cause everybody in your life
Just found you too forgivable
But luckily, I won't even
Find this remotely difficult
When I say you'll beat it out of you
I mean it literal
If you can't accept and forgive, suffering won't end
For every bitter moment, there's an equal opposite
If you're afraid, and feeling wasted
And all you're days seem to bring you down
Channel the pain, and make it something different
So they will know your name when you're not around
Sinners and saints will always point their fingers
But who's to say they aren't the same?

Written by:
Ryan Beck

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