Patience, he said in a loud voice, more like a whisper.
And again, now with venom in his heart this quiet roar.
Sickens me to know how much of a lightweight you are.
You are no herald or messenger, more like a charlatan.
Your ball and chain won’t let you go, you’ve crawled up to the sun and died.
I’m glad you died, don’t you dare look back and tell us how much you’ve cried.
I will never believe a word you say again.
Talk is cheap, your face is cheaper like your lies.
Your ball and chain.
Won’t let you go, you’ve crawled up to the sun and died.
Why did you die, we all have crosses to bear.
And now that you’re gone, (now that you’re gone)
I hate to say goodbye.
Why did you die, we all have crosses to bear.
And now that you’re gone, (now that you’re gone)
A part of us has died.