The Weight of Doubt
Karl Ostby
An iron will to fortify
Feeling loved is a favorite lie
In your mind you can count on it still
To deny
What you can't accept as truth
In plain sight
You can bury it all
Under the weight of doubt
You can cover it up
So no one hears a sound
Herein lies the paradox
The universe it never stops
And you can't tell me that you're a part
Of a plot
When the inconsistency
Is all we've got
You can bury it all
Under the weight of doubt
You can cover it up
So no one hears a sound