Hundredweight

Easyworld

I wear
You down
I walk into the room
And it gets much colder
Each limb
A ton
Then my hundredweight head
And I sink through the carpet
I am sunk
So low

What's the matter with you
You wear your Monday morning face
I know
You think I'm a waste of your time
Hello
I'm no-one you'd want to meet
I grind you down
I walk into the room

And it gets much
Darker
Each limb
A ton
Then my hundredweight head
And I sink through the carpet
I am
Sunk

So low
What's the matter with you
You wear your Monday morning face
I know
You think I'm a waste of your time
Hello
I'm no-one you'd want to meet
Low