[K. Vanderhoof / K. Arrington / R. Munroe]      You're caught in a vice by your own device, torment and pressure, a way of life   You felt the stardom and tasted the fruit, you claw your way back   It's all that you can do   Falling from grace, so many have done, get to the top and bask in the sun   Make some mistakes, it's part of the game, when you play it everything's to gain   The weight of the world upon your shoulders, it's the weight of the world   The struggle within archaic desire, claim your right and devour   All that surrounds you, all you can take, don't let your last   Be your last mistake   The pressure is building, the vice becomes tighter, under the gun and into the fire   Burning and burning, no escape to be found   The weight of the world is keeping you down   The weight of the world upon your shoulders   The pressure is building, an unwilling soldier   The weight of the world is keeping you down   Oh, your world is crashing down to the ground