Carry That Weight (Extended Version)

(Exhale smoke)

Yeah... life’s a bad hand dealt by a drunk god.

Space ain't the final frontier — it's a fuckin' graveyard.

Bang.

I was a dead man walkin’, heart full of sins,

A broken past, whiskey glass, bloody knuckles on my skin.

Red Dragon tats underneath my fuckin' coat,

Carried weight on my back, but I never lost hope.

Had a bounty on my soul, had a fist full of dreams,

Pull the trigger on regret, still the silence screams.

Faye lookin' sideways, Jet lost in thought,

Tryna find peace in a battle I already fought.

Lived a million lives, died a thousand deaths,

Smokin' cigarettes, wastin' every goddamn breath.

Life's a joke — punchline in a pool of regret,

A bluesman with a pistol, and a soul in debt.

A king with no crown, a dog with no pack,

I light my smoke off the fire of the bridges I cracked.

A rebel at heart, a ghost in the breeze,

The past chokes my throat tighter than disease.

[I'm just driftin', shiftin', liftin' the haze,

Nothin' left but the scars and the blaze,

Chasin' shadows in a world that's fake,

Till the day I fold — you're gonna carry that weight.]

Chopped my demons with a rusty-ass blade,

Bled out in back alleys where the real men stayed.

Julia’s ghost still kissin' my broken frame,

She’s the bullet in the chamber that whispers my name.

Gambled with fate, lost every bet,

A dance with death that ain't over yet.

Vicious flashin’ teeth like a hungry beast,

But I smile back — I'm the fuckin’ feast.

No gods, no saviors, just knives and smoke,

One foot in the grave, still crackin' jokes.

Cold sweat, empty clips, rooms full of screams,

Memories cut sharper than my broken dreams.

This ain't redemption, it’s a suicide ride,

A fistful of scars and a loaded pride.

[I'm just driftin', shiftin', liftin' the haze,

Nothin' left but the scars and the blaze,

Chasin' shadows in a world that's fake,

Till the day I fold — you're gonna carry that weight.]

Never begged for a crown, never asked for a throne,

Only a ship, a gun, and a grave of my own.

Vicious gunnin' for my head, that's just fate,

Old scars rip open when you tempt that snake.

Lost brothers, lost lovers, lost every fuckin' thing,

Still I wear this crooked smile like a king.

I don’t pray, I don’t fold,

I just ride the pain till my blood runs cold.

A lone wolf limpin' with a blade in its gut,

Still snappin' teeth, still not givin' a fuck.

(Heavy breathing, lighter flick)

Every wrong turn, every broken vow,

Built the bastard who's standin' here now.

No maps, no mercy, just a path paved in shame,

But I'd do it all again just to hear her name.

[I'm just driftin', shiftin', liftin' the haze,

Nothin' left but the scars and the blaze,

Chasin' shadows in a world that's fake,

Till the day I fold — you're gonna carry that weight.]

(Soft guitar fading)

Bang...

You're going to carry that weight.