I’ll take three steps forward,
And two steps back,
It seems I’m being held
By this burden I’ve kept
And I
Don’t think I can lose it.

I’ll set my eyes before me,
Get my head on track,
But I keep turning around
To catch a glimpse of my past,
And I’m
Afraid I’ll pursue it.

Under the weight of these confessions.
Under the weight of these confessions.
Under the weight of these confessions.
Under the weight of these confessions.

I am not trying to be someone that I am not.
I’d be a fool if I thought I could pull that off.
My heart it is beating so fast I just want it to stop.
Show me Your vision and I’ll say it’s all that I’ve sought.
I’ll say that I’ll give it all that I’ve got.

But I think you can tell a liar.
Silly me,
Playing with matches,
But never expecting the fire.
Now I’m seeing
It burn everything to the ground
While I’m lost in desire,
This is not who I’m supposed to be,
I’m hanging close to the edge
And approaching the point of just cutting the wire,

So that I can freefall.
It’s crazy,
But I feel like I’ve been here before.
The devil’s been knocking so loud
I guess it’s only time before I go
And open the door.
Let him in like he’s welcomed,
I’ve been finding it hard to repel him,
I used to know just what to say,
But of late I’ve been finding
That turning away these temptations
Is turning too seldom.

This is not how it’s supposed to be,
I pictured life through “supposedly visions”
Envisioned by those who sought pleasures
Enclosed to be opened by those who were hoping,
I guess it was closed to me.
I can see the sun setting,
But I’ve got so many sins left to mention,
Progress is seeming to pick a direction
But it’s moving slow ‘cause it’s under
The burden of all these confessions.

I’ll take three steps forward,
And two steps back,
It seems I’m being held
By this burden I’ve kept,
And I
Don’t think I can lose it.

I’ll set my eyes before me,
Get my head on track,
But I keep turning around
To catch a glimpse of my past,
And I’m
Afraid I’ll pursue it.

Under the weight of these confessions.
Under the weight of these confessions.
Under the weight of these confessions.
Under the weight of these confessions.

Don’t tell me to turn around,
I know what’s happened.
Don’t say that these problems are lasting.
‘Cause you know I haven’t stopped
And there’s more that I’ve dragged in,
I just want them in the past tense.
Bury them deep in a grave that I’ve fashioned,
Fasten it tightly with every action
Further ignoring the fact that I’m using
A mind that it’s maimed and a heart that it’s blackened.

I see the sun and it’s setting out there,
I feel the dark creeping in on me
And I know I’m not prepared,
I will try to invoke a deep breath
So that I can just whisper a prayer,
You can bet I am scared
Of what’s coming,
Knowing what I’ll be confronting,
Something inside me knows that I can’t get away from it,
But then there’s another voice screaming
That I should keep running.

“Run. Run.”
That’s what it’s saying to me.
Everytime that I stop it reminds me of how I am weak.
Of how I’ve got nothing to offer and no one to please.
I usually notice the difference between the truth and the lies,
But it getting so hard to see when the sun is retreating,
I’m watching it steal away any last remnant of light.

So I’ll go.
Will I ever return? I don’t know.
There’s a million questions that I will forego.
Following voices that come from below.
I’m chasing fruit that’s forbidden,
And my conscience is seeming to lose all its fight.
You say that you want me,
Well if that is true then you’ll have to come follow me into
The Night…