The Things That Fall on the Shoulders of a God

It's all I can do to stay out of my bed,

It's a wonder I'm not already dead.

But in a way, I am - aren't I?

My soul is fading and I can't even cry.

I'm cold and sometimes my skin burns me,

I'm sick and it's hard to keep moving.

I'm alone and it's starting to hurt more.

I'm trying to hate you, but there's nothing to hate you for.

I doubt if I'm really the god that I am,

I just don't know what to think, and I can't understand

Gods fall, I guess that's all.

Gods fall.