On days when the cranes in the clouds 

Construct buildings upon my chest 

My strength is not tested 

But broken 

For even cranes and foundations will break 

And as much as I convince myself 

That I can withhold their weight 

I will still get crushed

I am sick of being strong 

I am weaker than ever from being strong 

I want peace and protection 

Not chaos and destruction 

I am sick of being strong 

I am weaker than ever from being strong 

For the cranes have crushed 

Every bone in my body 

Time and time again