Prior Panic - Sickly Sweet Lyrics

The sickly sweet the world commands
A thousand children's choirs on the train
Uplift you but you can’t outsing the pain
But how can I lift the weight of the world when my own mass asphyxiates me?
And how can I care when I know I'm digging my own grave?
I guess I could fake my death and live life in the names of the ones so eager to pull me down to the ground
The tightrope sways beneath your feet
You let your body fall and face defeat
Shattered upon impact; can you help but smile?
Physical proof for the men who still sit in denial
But how can I lift the weight of the world when my own mass asphyxiates me?
And how can I care when I know I'm digging my own grave?
I guess I could fake my death and live life in the names of the ones so eager to pull me down to the ground