I hear the theme calling on the king
But everyone's becoming pure for popularity
I'll fast and praise the popularity
My whole life's taught me not to know what I know
So now I'm honey-tongued but small in my soul
Earth is crammed with heaven but I pretend not to know
But when I wake, I see what's real, what's real




When is it time to weep?
I laid it down and it got me nothing
A siren echoes across the sea
It's calling, I'm so far from reaching peace
When the tide goes up, I'm going down to the beach
I'm wading out into the deep
So when is it time to leave?
The big one's calling me
When is it time to weep?
I laid it down and it got me nothing
I laid it down and it got me nothing
I laid it down and it got me nothing
I laid it down and it got me nothing
I've weighed it down and it's got me thinking
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