Hands Like Houses - Weight

I'm down below where the floor is out of focus
Pent up and played down, rained in and worn out
Picking away at the studs in the boards
They're all too familiar. I've been here before

The air is like lead and I've swallowed what I've said
I'm a broken machine and a match already burned
And I'm quiet, all despite the raging in my head
Collapsed inside and out until my strength can return

I'm undone. All I know is the weight of the world
So empty and so uninspired
Sorrow, sleep and disbelief
Caught up in the weight of the world

I'm down below where it's silent and it's safe
Resounding with the question of: Where to, from here?
I know my direction, I know what it takes
But I'm weak and I'm weightless with everything to fear

I write about what's real to me when all I feel is make believe
But I won't say there's nothing left
There's everything, but just out of reach

I'm undone. All I know is the weight of the world
So empty and so uninspired
Sorrow, sleep and disbelief
Caught up in the weight of the world

But I'm not helpless (I'm not helpless)
I'm not hopeless (I'm not hopeless)
But I don't believe in hope on its own
No spine and no substance

I'm undone. All I know is the weight of the world
So empty and so uninspired
Sorrow, sleep and disbelief
Caught up in the weight of the world

It's time to see the floor sink around me
Pushed down with my two bare hands and
Now I'm stronger for whatever comes
Let the blood rush, as I rise to my feet