Weighed Down - Hostage Calm
Written by：John Gotting
The things they celebrate
I tried to just escape
In the wake the wake
Of old friend's assimilation's
Followed by condemnation of me
I sank so deep
I nearly drowned
Weighed down
I've seen the magazines the pretty and the clean
It's obscene
We're staring at their sun
But we just can't see the light
1 2 3 4 oh
Caught confusing acceptance for success
When we live to be like them we just end up with less
And if this means we have to start clean
It won't weigh me down
Weigh me down down
I stood and stared
I stood and stared
I stood and stared
At the mirror instead of the screen
And ran away to the rhythm
Of the sound that set me free
Standing toe to toe
It's all in my control
Put my back to the sun
And now I see the light