When he fell sick
Things had gotten peculiar

Singing sounds in his head
He lay on his cot
Watch the barren cracks form the ceiling
Oh, drags 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
Signs that were
Of a long fevered word
How doеs it feel?
How does it feel?

Oh, the weakеr souls
The weaker souls
The weaker souls
Are ready

Oh, the weaker souls are thieving
The weaker souls
The weaker souls
Are ready