Caelesteus - The Choir

40 pounds of bricks down in my stomach
A giant rock jammed down my throat
Blind to my crown, haunted by the past
I don't bare the weight of success

They emerge in every waking moment
When Clarity strikes they are coming out loud
Between the sheets I can hear them growing
It's everyone I ever knew and now they talk

Now I hear the choir of a thousand mocking voices
Shouting bitter stories of another man's past
Aimlessly I'm looking for a switch to mute the screamings
Inside a bitter ocean of treacherous mud

Wondering and stuck in auto pilot
Meaningless drone glide in cruise control
Sinking alone in a non existing nightmare
Keep begging for forgiveness, but never
From yourself

40 pounds of bricks down in my stomach
40 pounds of bricks down in my stomach