When he fell sick
Things had gotten peculiar
The grainy underwater
Singing sounds in his head
He lay on his cot
Watch the barren cracks form the ceiling
Oh, rags of light
Were no comfort
Oh, the weaker souls
The weaker souls
The weaker souls
Are ready
When he fell sick
Looked like a Buddha in a blanket
His eyes lifted to the window
Like he was waking from a dream
The sighs that were heard
Of a long fevered word
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
Oh, the weaker souls
The weaker souls
The weaker souls
Are ready
Oh, the weaker souls are thieving
The weaker souls
The weaker souls
Are ready
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