I feel like the weight of the world is on my shoulders.
And sometimes, it is.
Having everyone depending on you to save them.
6 billion souls to save from Hell. 6 billion.
Its hard. I’m tired, guys.
I can’t save everyone. As much as I try to.
Some people I lose.
Most of them are in a better place. Most of them.
Mentally beating myself up about the ones I loose.
I could’ve saved them. But I didn’t.
Fighting off ghosts and every monster in every scary movie you can imagine.
Beat up and torn up everywhere.
Dealing with Death every damn day. No breaks for the weary.
No breaks for the broken.
My spirit is fading fast. My faith is on the edge, ready to fall.
I’m falling in a downward spiral back to hell.
And they’re sure as hell ready to take me. I’m pretty sure there’s a few S.O.B.S. that’ll remember me.
It takes a toll on me.
Alcohol makes the pain fade away.
But you can’t make it go away forever.
But I can sure as hell try.
I’m dyin’ here with all this baggage.
All this weight on my shoulders.