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If the weight of the world belongs on our shoulders What happens when I fall apart? Once again I am brought here to the point of exhaustion Put in front of a blank canvas and forced to bleed This is not just a work of art These are our memories, this is our history We will not die without a mark These are our memories, this is our history If the weight of the world belongs on our shoulders What happens when we fall apart? I gave it all, seems like it was never enough Now watch me bleed out and cease to exist I gave it all, seems like it was never enough Honest art for the guilty ones Revealing weakness with words Fighting rationality with a wounded heart This is not giving up. This is giving it all Luke, what is Hell like? This is not just a work of art These are our memories, this is our history We will not die without a mark These are our memories, this is our history This is our history, put in front of a blank canvas and forced to bleed I gave it all, seems like it was never enough Now watch me bleed out and cease to exist I gave it all, seems like it was never enough Honest art for the guilty ones